I continued to run my hand over the outside of the cotton gusset that was holding my tight overfilled balls.When I sniffed at my hand the smell was in...oxicating. It was different to my sister’s knicker gussets (samples on several occasions), earthier and stronger. I was smelling my Mother’s pussy as her knickers warmed up through the gusset of her girdle. I took several deep breaths and as I looked in the mirror I could clearly see the outline of my rock hard cock behind that tight satin. Her parents were not home yet, so there was no one to greet her, but she did not seem to mind as she stood and stretched after the three-hour drive, her breasts straining beneath the orange shirt which had been tucked into her jeans. Then she looked across the street, toward my house. I do not believe she saw me, for I was sitting well away from the window, but she locked the car and headed toward the street. At first, I thought that she might be checking the mailbox, but she crossed the. Don’t try to fuck me, and we can be friends.But I guess since there’s so many people in the closet there’s always going to be a certain amount of people that don’t believe you if you say you’re straight.That’s understandable.I’ve been guilty of it myself. There’s been several times in my life where I’ve met a guy and was convinced that he was gay no matter what he said.It’s sort of a game to play with your friends, really.Let’s play the “what do you think?” game.Often times your friends know. They immediately turned it off and asked if I had any news about Jennifer. Colleen came in to hear the news. It was a fun ten minutes as I described Doctor Abrams and his peculiar manner of speaking, his revelations about Jennifer's health, and how I'd responded.When I finished, they had lots of questions, and I gave Mr. Bell the information I'd written down about the cost and where to have Josephine wire the funds. He pulled out his cell phone and texted the instructions, then called and.