Jimmy had 43 yards to run. “Tweny-five—twelve--TOUCHDOWN !!! OMG the Mustangs have done it—the Mustangs have won “ !! The stadium explodes. Th... cannons fire---boom---boom---boom. The fireworks are shooting high above the stadium---coke and pop corn are flying everywhere. The four mgrs instantly engage in the most traditional thing in football---pouring all that gatoraide over the ¼ backs head, lol. I was soaked. The fans rush the field—elevating Carlise high above. Tv crews and radio announcers. ...” she asked.“Um… smelling your panties.” I said.“Why? They fucking stink.” She replied, obviously disgusted.“I mean… I’m a dude. I like the smell of pussy” I said.“I understand you like the smell of pussy, but I just wore those to the gym and they’re gross.” She said, still grossed out.“I like the smell of your sweat. It turns me on. When we fuck really hard and you’re all sweaty and glistening, I think you smell amazing. There’s pheromones in your sweat.” I said, trying to sound smart.. I was allowed to shower, and after I dried off, Elaine took great pleasure in helping me ease the plug back in. I was then taken downstairs for breakfast. Shortly after we had eaten, the doorbell rang and I was sent, still naked, to answer the door. Hortense grinned and walked straight past me as I opened the door.“Follow me! We have to get you ready!” I watched her as she strutted down the hall; she looked absolutely stunning, her buxom figure in a tight pencil skirt, accentuating the. I took my job as House Husband quite seriously. It was fun, I enjoyed doing it, the fun and enjoyment came from doing the job properly, and it wasn’t exactly hard work, Mrs T did the heavy work three times a week, so all I had to do between her visits was keep her work up together with the odd bit of vacuuming or sweeping. My own jobs were quite easy. I did the washing, the washing up, very little real cooking, changed and made the beds, the ironing and generally kept things together on the.