I'd fold my clothesinto a bundle on the bed. Next, I would open the top drawer.The sight of the panties and the balled-up pantyhose was intoxicating.T...ere was a slight cedar scent that would waft out of the drawer, aswell. I still associate the smell of cedar with sexual arousal. I was,as you can imagine, already hard by the time I opened the drawer. Iwould select a pair of hose and carefully unravel them. I paid carefulattention to where everything was in the drawer, and to how each itemhad. Bt didi ko thoda doubt aaya tha wo bahot bar mujhe mom ko notice karti thi…. To hum didi ke samne jyada close nahi rehate the…..To ek ratko me chupake se mom ke room me gaya door oprn hi tha fir mene andar se door lock kar kiya..Room me mom aur buwa lesbin sex kar rahe the…Wo dono nagi thi aur ek dusari ki pussy chat rahi thi…Mom ki chut puri gili ho gayi thi…Mom ki chut jyada tight nahi thi koyo ki papa ne mom ki bahot chut mari hogi par mom ke asshole bilkul tight tha to me jyada to mom ko. My secretary Karen is a beatiful, sexy girl… She is small but has the most beautiful round tits and ass you could ask for. Her whole body is poetry and more than once I found myself fantasizing about having my way with her. But my wife knew her and came often to visit me, because we worked in the same building. So I decided from the very beginning to keep my relationship with Karen strictly professional… And for more than two years, it was so. My job requires often visits to my customers onsite. Ever since then, my life has been a living hell. The reason for all this hell, is that a couple of minutes later I heard a voice that night that has forced me to totally re-evaluate my whole life, and what I plan to do for the rest of it. It had also changed me from the mild mannered sweet man that I once was, into a rage filled, heartless bastard. Well, to some people, anyway.Let me explain. First, my name is Ben Logan ... well; actually, it's actually Benjamin Franklin Logan. I am thirty-two.