"You like the way these smell, don't you?" she held the orange ones out to me and put the stained gusset under my nose. "Take a big sniff, naughty boy..." I did and my cock pressed painfully against my jeans. She then held the blue ones under my nose and told me to take a big sniff of those as well. "You are so naughty sniffing your mother-in-law's dirty panties. I'll tell you, it makes me so wet! I have been drenched since I opened the bathroom door and saw you abusing my poor little panties.". I told her not to become too much into me, I asked her to reduce the talks once in a week and we used to fix day and time. She told that she used to wait for that day the same thing was with me as her mourns or voice was making me cum.Sometimes she used to ask me doubts about virginity and arousals; she will ask things in such details oh god, sometimes her questions and her tones uff.One day she told “hey madhan, are you free”I told “ya, tell me Priya”She told “we will meet this Friday”Hearing. The look in her now was one of perseverance. One of the things he suddenly noticed about her was that she never seemed to know when to give up, always looking forward with defiance and iron will. She was probably telling herself to endure whatever sexual actions that Eric was about to commit, likely in future days too.The time for action had come. Raising both his hands to hold onto her arms that gripped across her chest, he eased them loose to let her know that he wanted her arms to be free.. At the time, I just thought that he wanted, no he needed, someone to talk to, just as I did.I gladly followed him over to his place where we went inside and sat around chatting to one another for about an hour or so when he said, “Hey, didn’t I ask you over here to have some lunch with me?” Well then, “Let’s go to the kitchen - how about a BLT?” He fried some bacon, sliced a tomato and tore off some lettuce and made us each a sandwich served with some chip and a cola.We sat down at the kitchen.