Presenting me with that cock again. I did not need to be told this time and started sucking immediately. I heard him fumble around, and then I heard h...m start talking. He was on the phone with someone, just talking... completely ignoring me as I worked on his hard cock. I then heard him say "yes, the slut is here now... doing what she was born to do"... I felt myself flush, who was he talking to...why did he tell them about me, and "she" really struck a nerve. I heard him finally tell the. "For most eighteen year olds it's pretty normal for them to... release themselves most days." Stephen knew instantly what she meant but stayed silent. "It's very normal thing to do," she reassured him. He still didn't say anything. "I'm an experienced nurse. I've heard it all before." Carol checked over her shoulder to see if there were any silhouettes at the door. "How often do you masturbate?" she asked softly but directly. Stephen swallowed. "Once a day, twice a day, every couple of. This time she heard some noises from upstairs. Footsteps thumped down to the living room. When he picked up the phone she couldn't quite make what he was saying. He came into the kitchen, still on the phone. He opened another bottle of vodka and took a long pull. "You been out there esse?" He paused and listened while he took another swallow. "Then you know what I'm talking about. I got the stuff you wanted, I picked up something for me to. Here, take a look." He pointed his phone at her, it. Then started the process of collecting and sniffing her dirty laundries. When ever she used to go out I would sneak into her room and take out all her panties and bras. I used to sniff it and wear it and shag in it and then stack it back. I also used to go in our bathroom collect her dirty laundry and lick it and spill my juices in it. This went on for some time and I guess she started having an idea on me messing with her delicates. She didnt say anything but used to be a bit more cautious. I.