It made me more womanthan man.I went over to the door and picked up his clothes. There were a couple oft-shirts, socks and some briefs. The underwear ...as stained with brown in theseat and a little yellow stain in the crotch. I didn't want to smell them,but if I didn't then what. I held them for at least 10 minutes looking atthem before I finally had the nerve to lift them to my nose and smell them.They smelled nasty. So did the socks and t-shirts.The only way to get them done was to wash them. He tried to slow down his pace and soon stoppeddeep inside of her where he rocked for a few moments. He was catching hisbreath and letting Rita do the same. He was damned if this jaunt wasgoing to be so short lived.Rita looked back at him and smiled slightly. She wiggled from side toside a little bit then tried to push back into him. She had a twinkle inher eyes that Leon was sure he liked but didn't want to give in to."Hard and fast," she said and pushed back again to emphasize what shewanted.. The previous owners had raised the height of the walls around one side of the house and the back, but on one side the wall was about 4 feet tall. On that side lived Mr. John Elledge, an older gentleman in his early 80's. He had lost his wife earlier in the year to cancer and was living by himself. John, as we called him, was still very sharp mentally and in good physical shape considering his age. John still drove his car and went out to eat frequently, as he just didn't feel like cooking. Oak! What had happened on the mountain kept playing over and over in my head like some broken record. But more enticing was wondering would happen next? Well, that's where the story took all sorts of twists and turn pushing my fantasies to new limits. Until Darlene and I would be able to hook up again, all this sexual energy would be directed at my wife."I have a meeting and can't be late for work again today... I can't," my wife said. "So, if you want a quick fuck... it will have to be very.