Lissa got me settled down pretty good. We worked up from basic exercises to a short scrimmage so we could get loosened up. It was only thirty minutes,...but by the time we were finished I was more relaxed than I’d been all day.There was a huge dinner that evening for all the coaches and competitors. There were thirty men’s singles competitors in the Gold Division that I’d play in, but there were around two hundred total competitors in the various divisions with men, women, and doubles, gold,. Michael asked, "Is that your daughter?" No," I replied. "That's one of my house guests, Stephanie. Her mother is around her somewhere." Trish!" I called out.Steph spoke up from the pool, "She's inside. She may be taking a nap."I led the way inside. Trish wasn't in sight. I led Michael upstairs to my son's room."This is my son Michael's room," I told him. "Make yourself at home. There is a private bath through that door. My room is downstairs and Trish is in the guest room across the hall. Steph. I woke up quickly and checked the time. It was around 12:45 am. I was so angry at my brother for not waking me up. I wanted to shout at him for being so irresponsible, but he was nowhere to be found. I got out of bed and peeked in his room. He wasn’t there.But then, on the dining table, I saw the cake box. It was empty, and the cake was gone. I knew he celebrated with mom without me. I was so angry, but I controlled myself. I still had to find him and see where he put the cake. I went to my. I slowly opened the door and inhaled her scent. I found her hamper and sitting on top was that red g-string scrunched up in a tiny ball. They were stained bad. Teasing me at the shoe store must have made her really horny. The little slut. I put them to my face and breathed in her scent, a combination of musk and perfume. I dug through the hamper and found several more pairs of worn panties, all thongs and g-strings. They smelled wonderful but not as strong as the red g-string. I found the.