I stared at him a moment, not really sure what I should say. Finally, I asked a rhetorical question. "You took my panties?"Dex looked ashamed. He coul... only shrug, eyes cast down."Why, Dexter? Tell me why." I don't know," he mumbled, shifting from one leg to the other, "I don't know."If I hadn't still stung from the invasion of my privacy, from the way he'd come to know me in a very intimate way without my consent, I'd have felt sorry for my son. Instead, there was steel in my voice when I. I wished we could do more, but we refrained from it. And that’s where the office trip came in handy. The trip was planned at a resort and Ishika quickly found out that there were guestrooms. She quickly booked one discreetly and let me know her plans: she wanted us to fuck like mad rabbits.And thats how I ended up outside S8.Before I could knock, Ishika opened the door. She was smiling like she just won the lottery. Ishika held me by my waist, pulled me in and slammed the door shut. This was. To my utter surprise, she immediately opened her Coach over the shoulder purse before stopping her and explaining the feeble joke. She even feigned a laugh worthy of Meryl Streep. Lisa brought her daiquiri and we toasted of things to come. My fingers brushed hers without her calling the cops so I was happy for baby steps.Optimism is never a word used to describe me so I waited for the protestations to begin. They never did. Licking my lips sensually and symbolically, the gawking bikers broke. Went inside, she offered me a beer while she showered. I said yes. While she showered I went into the kitchen and washed my hands and got my beer. Walked into the living room and moved the coffee table out of the way. She came out in her bathrobe. Just as I looked up she whipped out her tits. She had nice tits too (a little more than a hand full) and her nipples were erect and stood out at least an inch. She said “you like”? Oh they’re beautiful. Is this my”.