Relationships between same sex couples seemed to break down faster. Then again, I wasn't very good with men either."Phony bitch," he said angrily. His...anger was tempered by the fact that he had suffered a even bigger loss with his dead nurse friend."Your luck with women is about like mine is with men." I said quietly."Yeah, I know we should probably hang out together. Just to spare the rest of the world our plague," he suggested."Are you kidding, we would poison the water, not to mention. She now sat at the kitchen table with a glass of Chardonnay in a loose top and “daisy duke” type jean material shorts and little else as her underwear and a substantial part of her casual ware was waiting for the delivery of a new washing machine today.Her husband away on business meant Wendy had needed to deal with this herself, although entirely capable to handle the situation she could have done with some TLC to offset the frustrating dealing with the useless repairman. Her frustration was. One day by chance the game changed, I was sifting through the laundry basket and came across not just her worn leotard but also two days of worn panties, the feeling I got from holding them up to my nose and smelling the sweet aroma was immense and I now found myself jerking off while rubbing my cock with her panties, I was in heaven.Things progressed from there, when I tried on a pair of her worn panties I knew I wanted to be in them, the feel and the texture gave me an instant erection albeit. I begged myself not to come too fast. I buried my face in her neck. Sweat trickled down my temple. My balls smacked against her with every thrust. “Yess ! Yes, baby. Give it to me!” she screamed. Her words only drove me further into my animalistic instincts. I grabbed her thighs and pumped into her soaking pussy with all of my might. I could feel her cream dripping down my shaft and nuts. I didn’t want it to end. The bed smacked against the wall. My legs started to grow tired, but her pussy had.