I went into the bedroom and laid on the bed, black panties in my mouth and rubbed the white ones on my cock. I must have been in heaven as i never not...ced the wife come home and she was stood in the door way, her arms folded and giving me daggers. She stormed over and grabbed my balls and squeezed them so tight i nearly blew my load " so you like to wear my panties when im out of the house do you" she said. I stared back speechless. Well you little tart she said, if you like to dress like a. .."Yes baby fuck me....fuck me fast....mmmmm"I reached down under her and pulled her ass up to me and I got up on my knees, her legs now up around my shoulders she was pulling as deep as she could get me and screaming out loud...."Yes this is better than I had imagined...ever"That sent a bolt right down to my balls and she could tell I was getting ready so she said..."Stop not so fast...try this first"and with that she she jumped up and got on her hands and knees and she reached between her. " I gently scold him. "Let me guess, a gentleman like yourself enjoys a good bourbon or scotch?" No ma'am. Give me an ice cold martini and I am content." He says, cradling my upper arm in his strong grip. Motioning to the bartender, I call out, "My friend here needs a martini." "You did not have to do that," Trevor said, as he gently squeezed my arm. Smiling, I put my hand on his leg and slide a bit closer.Giving me a somewhat puzzled look, Trevor asks, "Cozy?" Instinctively pulling my hand. Lindie looked at her watch and said, “Just about the time we get back to Rock Creek.”“Great!” exclaimed Michelle and then the never ending questions started. Michelle wanted to know everything and anything that came to her mind. I know that after I’ve been apart from my mom, when we get together, I’m the same way. Talk just floods forth until I get worn out spilling the beans and hearing hers.That’s the way it went and I loved every second of it. Soon, Michelle was talking about the Tree House..