For the first few years, everything was great, except for my sex life. I made several purchases of 'toys' that I kept hidden in the back of my knicker...drawer under my underwear. These seemed to be enough for me for the time being...I used one or two of them a couple of times a week. One Monday morning, as I was getting the dirty clothes ready for the washing machine, I discovered a pair of my fancier sexy knickers in the bottom of the hamper, soaked with sperm. My 14 year old son Mark must be. “Nobody stays friends for nine years. You don’t have to hide from either of us. We understand.”I breathed deeply, maybe for the first time all evening. Juliet looked at me with wide eyes, and we had a very careful and chaste kiss in front of our parents.So, our lives may not end in tragedy, after all.The fried chicken, macaroni, cornbread, and boiled peas were loved by all. The two of us were being talked about, by both sets of parents, mentioning how they figured it out.Melissa Newman’s part. I didn’t really care though. The kids had already gone to bed hours ago and I had pants in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my pants a little while ago and so I threw them in the dryer. I didn’t have any underwear on so I just picked a pair of Mr. Thomas’ basketball shorts out of the clean laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn’t care. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard the front door open. I sprang to my feet to see Mr. Thomas’ walking through. My dress conformed to my body and the gentle rubbing on my nipples as Iwalked kept me in constant heat. I could feel the blood running through myveins. I never felt so alive. The place was busy. I watched as each pair ofeyes got to know my body intimately. The dress was just a second skin. Iwas essentially naked. Even my pubic mound was accented by the dress. Everyman in the place knew he had a golden invitation to fuck me. I licked mylips as I walked to make sure there was no mistake about.