She then hurriedly dried her long, dark wavy hair applied some make up as if she was going out for a night on the town topped off by some crimson lips...ick and a quick splash of her No 5 perfume.Lastly she slid into her black patent stilettos, not too tall but the sort that men noticed before they looked up to see what delight was cemented into them.She noticed her husband hadn't spoken and she had dare not look at him but she was at a point now where she had to decide. Back down or move on. She. So help me!*~-------------~The voice in the light chuckled in evident satisfaction. **Youdid well, Lady. She will be as she should have been, now, andmuch human suffering will be prevented through her efforts.**"So, Sister Theresa Maria will still be a saint?" the soul thathad been both the proprietress of the costume shop and TheresaMaria who asked.**She will, though all who pass over into Paradise are sainted asyou well know. But, this was the only way that would havehappened for this one. . I was already feeling drunk cause the sun was so hot. I turned to see my wife who Tyrone brought into knee deep water to dance with. She had her arms around his neck as they were about the same height and he had his hands under the back of her black thong pulling her into him. I wasn’t the biggest fan of her bikinis because her big chest can’t help but bounce around everywhere. But I was drunk so maybe I didn’t see where his hands were too clearly . Maybe it was over her thong. Their bodies. I sniffed it.Oh my God! It felt like I snorted some drug. I spent a few seconds just sniffing it. I rubbed my nose on the panty. It felt so soft. I licked her pussy juice from her freshly worn panty.I unzipped and started to stroke my cock after wrapping the panty around my dick. I cummed in no time. I shot my semen right into the panty. I struggled not to make any noise while cumming.I dropped her wet panty on the floor, zipped my pants and went to the kitchen when she called me.Mom: I need.