..Funny thing is that she never once mentioned the laundry light to me... even though she would hammer me in a light hearted way about any other light...in the house.Back to the story... MIL went down stairs (and I knew by the laundry room light being off) and she had to have seen my luggage with her panties sticking out. At one point I even heard her start a load of laundry and move a bunch of stuff around the room to include my luggage.. but she left her panties in there. I was so excited.. I. I lay on my back with my legs spread for my Man, ohh I forgot to mention, my pussy and most of my pubic hair was shaved, I just left a little patch of pubic hair on top of my cock, yes I like to be as smooth as possible, so he came and was kneeling in front of me, grabbing my legs and spreading them more, he played with his cock's head then slide it in, all the way inside me, then he lay his body on my chest, we were kissing so passionate, playing with our tongues, kissing our lips, pulling. After a couple of hours while she was leaving she asked me whether I can drop her at her home which is as a couple of blocks from our house. While in the carHer: so, you didn’t share the news with anyone right?Me: why would I, after all, it’s a very common thing and I do watch them,but I am a bit careful in locking the door, and we both laughed for that. From that day we used to talk about everything, me being a virgin she used to tell me everything about sex,and how to talk with girlsOne day. . wouldn’t have been able to buy a hundred foot catamaran without it ... the same pile of cash would buy a hundred fifty foot monohull. Dinner out? Sure. Many times. Posh places? Uh huh. Sailing the world put me in exotic restaurants wherever we went. Our nanny would pick up a phone book ... find something interesting, and call for reservations.“Party of four,” she would say. “Flintkote ... yes, 8:30.” She always included a credit card number...”In case we don’t make it.”We always did ....