We snuggled on the bed for a while, and I told her that tomorrow she would learn how to please her master by sucking on his balls."That reminds me. Yo... need to call your friends and tell them you can't make it to the snowboarding trip." I handed her the phone and she called. Hanging up, I asked her if she was disappointed and she told me that her place now was with me. I praised her again for her insightful answer. I gave her permission to take a bath, and she left for the bathroom. I called. E. sex, since Lucy had confided she had recently lost her virginity. After a few minutes of graphic descriptions from Lucy, Cathy found herself rubbing her cunt through her knickers again and getting moist as Lucy described the sex act to her down the phone. Lucy asked if Cathy had so much as seen a mans cock yet.She just blurted it out to her friend. “I saw dad wanking once”.“Wow” said Lucy “ did it turn you on”“Not really, what was weird though was he grunted my name when he shot off”“Nothing. She was one smart little cookie and worked like a dog.It was only four months later that the tragedy occurred and everything changed.Brick was killed. I'd miss the hell out of him, but I felt selfish when I was sad he was gone. His hobby was rebuilding and racing old sports cars. He lost control of a sky blue Jensen-Healy Interceptor on a tight curve at about one hundred twenty-eight miles an hour. He died doing what he loved best.He left me the house, the business, and a pile of life. I fingered the panties and they felt a little stiff. I got a devilish grin on my face at the thought that Cindy had not washed them before putting them in the box. My cock hardened and I raised them to my face. Any panty-sniffing bandit will tell you sometimes a pair of freshly worn panties can be the next best thing to the real thing but beware. A pair of panties can sour and the smell can disgust even the most perverted SOB. I held them to my nose and smiled. The smell was tremendous. My.