There was no business meeting three thousand miles away. Nor was I even going to the airport.I was going to spend the next week spying upon my own wif....It all started nearly six weeks ago when I found a soiled pair of her lace underwear under the chair in the living room. There was no reason why they should be in our front room nor why they had been discarded while soiled. I've never seen her in those panties before. Hell, inspecting them, I guessed that my loving wife looked positively great.. A chill went down my spine. My disturbed mind converted to cyclonic disaster. What else can I do to her without waking her up? It was a tiring study week for me and I am a healthy teenager needing some relief. My hand job came to mind, but a better alternative was available with my mother’s sub conscious body. That very moment I decided to fuck my mom. I was so excited that I almost shot my load before I reach her on the bed. She was lying on her back with head slightly tilted away from me. Her. "Fuckin' really?" I exclaimed to the air as I finally got my door open. The interior was dark as usual, I never left lights on when I left, however I noticed a glow from the living room. A quick surge of adrenaline shot through me as I opened the drawer on the small table/stand near the door and retrieved my dagger and chain link leash. "Wrong day, wrong house fucker..." I muttered as I made my way quietly towards the light. As I neared, I could hear a gentle buzzing hum causing a fair bit of. They talked, they laughed, they got serious in tone – to the point of emotional once or twice – and once when Mike was talking about a particularly hurtful event where his dad had beat him in front of his best friend, and the tears started – Chen reached across the table, and placed his hand on top of Mikes, and held it – and Mike felt a flood of compassion, concern, and strong support flowing from that touch – he lifted his head, and looked into Chen’s eyes – and felt a sense of kinship and.