"I sat there and blinked. There was a lot going through my mind."We can discuss that later," I said. "For now, let's get you home, where you'll be in ...amiliar surroundings, and can relax without someone waking you up to take your temperature and pulse." Okay," she said. Her voice was strained. The atmosphere felt strained too. I didn't like that, but I needed more time to reflect on what she'd said.And why she'd said it.The kids were elated that their mother was coming home, even though I made. He gently nibbles on it. She cant help but moan. Then, he covers her mouth with his hand and quickly bites down on her nipple. She screams in pain. He smacks her face again. Stop fucking screaming, he yells. He uncovers her mouth and tells her to apologize like the good girl she is. When she refuses, he smacks her inner thigh. IM SORRY! she yells. Please stop! He smiles at her and slowly unties her from the pole, but leaves her hands bound together. He walks her upstairs and into a bedroom.. My mom and dad were always around. I had to settle for working things out by hand again. I had, however, been taking a pair of Mels used panties from the laundry hamper in the bathroom and got into the habit of smelling the crotch as I was jerking off. My cock got so hard from the smell. One Saturday I my s****r had been out all afternoon practicing barrel riding on her horse. She came in and took a shower afterwards. As soon as she was done and left the bathroom I grabbed her latest pair of. ”I replied, “I’d like to see it without anything impairing my view.”Melody asked, “Are we still talking about my butt crack?”I lifted the hand that had gone in search of her imaginary panties and raised it to my nose. I took in a good amount of her scent and replied, “No, we are not talking about your butt crack. However, we are still talking about a crack of other sorts.”She giggles and said, “That will cost you more than a pair of panties.”I replied, “I’m willing to pay the price.”She headed.