Oh, my God, if we can have a marriage like my parents . . . . Around ten, I shut my book – Mark was still reading – stood up, and headed for the b...throom, I had to take care of something before bedtime. I had to pee, of course, and clean up, changing my tampon. I’d never used tampons before yesterday, and it felt strange putting one in, but I didn’t want to wear a heavy pad to bed with Mark. I debated not wearing my panties, but that would leave this white string hanging down, and I wasn’t sure. “Well, I have been at it since about 4:30 this morning.” “No wonder you’re worn to a frazzle. I’m… I’m overwhelmed.” “OK, boys and girls, we’ve gotta move,” said Saki, “so, here’s the plan. Squirt, you’re with me. Go get your kit. Sandra, you throw together an overnight bag for both of you. Make sure you bring shorty PJs for him. We don’t want him wandering around the house in his BVDs. Don’t forget your insulin. Oh, and bring that cell phone your folks left you. We can call them later on the. I hear the bathroom door open and Sarah goes into her room.I go into the bathroom to pee and see her little black thong on the ground.I couldnt resist as i knew it wud still be warm as she had only taken it off.I picked it up and cud smell her warm pussy off it it was beautiful my cock was nearly bursting through my pants.However in my rush for the beautiful thong i hadnt locked the door and in walked sarah...In my head i was trying to think of an excuse for what i was doing but she didnt look. She stirred the spoon in the bowl, coating it, and then smeared it across a nipple, which immediately erected from the chill. "I happen to know you were breast fed." Which was true. You'd have to be both brain dead and deaf to miss any of Mom's tirades against formulas and bottle feeding."Cheryl..." Quiet. You're being punished, remember? Besides that, I need to know if you like ice cream better than vanilla syrup."I made a face. "French toast with strawberry ice cream for breakfast?"She.