’ She was shaking so much that she ought to have been whipping cream rather than rolling pastry. ‘Why don’t you buy ready-to-use pastry from the...supermarket?’ ‘Because I love cooking, I feel I can express myself for cooking. Using supermarket pastry would leave me cold.’ ‘Why, because it’s frozen?’ She laughed wildly as if hearing the joke of the year, and holding on the bench with one hand and feeling a desire to open her legs, she began to panic. But the sight of him grinning that she’d. I checked the hamper morning and night, but there was no sign of panty tampering. It must surely have been one of Ray’s perverted friends when they came around to play mindless Xbox games. Saturday mornings I always sleep late, and then meet friends in town in the afternoon. On this Saturday after waking, I strolled downstairs dressing in a tank top and a pair of my pajama bottoms. After I knocked back two cups of coffee and some toast, I strolled up to the bathroom for a leisurely session of. ‘We should stop at the next large petrol station we are running out of gas, and I am hungry’ Emma insisted so I was told to keep my eye out for the next station stop, my cock started too stir as I was horny but like always I kept quiet, soon enough a sign for a petrol station came past us and I was relieved as I was also getting hungry and wanted to stretch my legs.As we pulled into the station our conversation was limited to what food to buy and how cold it was, so Emma insisted while she put. Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything; cleaning, mopping and airing the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents and carpets were steam cleaned. Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting. Nothing worked!!!People stopped coming over to visit. Repairmen refused to work in the house. The maid quit..