I took the thong and let her watch me bring it to my nose and mouth and lick her panties. “Mom, can I let you in on a little secret?” “Sur... thing sweety”“I used to do this all the time with your dirty panties from the dirty laundry hamper”“Really baby?”“Yea mom”“But why?”“Well mom this isn’t just a spur of the moment thing, I’ve wanted you for long time”“So you set this up?”“No mom I didn’t but I’m glad it turned out this way. Aren’t you?”“Well…….yes I guess I am, but. She wore only a tank top and some thin shorts.Her eyes dug into me as I shoved her onto the freshly mopped floor and lowered her pants. She finally got the message and took her top off then unbuttoned mine slowly. I kissed her breasts gently, nibbling them occasionally where they toppled out of her bra as she moaned and squirmed under me. My hand crept into her underwear and started teasing her clit as she bucked and groaned under my weight. My mouth leaving traces of saliva as I kissed down. Sarah stood as soon as my other half had came in, she went to the bathroom and changed into jeans and teeshirt, we had a fish and chip dinner, then arranged the front room, Sarah was happy to sleep on the floor but I had to get back to finish my shift. I got home sometime just before one, it was dark and I crept around the flat making myself a cuppa and finished it before going into the front room, in the darkness I saw my wife closest to the door, I slid next to her knowing the other figure. Two days later I was driving the 90 minute journey to a phone box on the M5 motorway services where I had been told to phone her for final directions. As instructed I eventually drove through a lodge gatehouse of a Victorian manor house which had been divided into apartments, located their door carrying my video recorder in it's own briefcase type case. Charming gent in his late sixties answered that door, handshake and invited in to meet Helen. Was I fucking amazed! She could have been the.