" My panties are damp David, so what are you going to do about it". " What would you like me to do Sarah"? "Well for a start, stop being so fucking po...ite David. I've just told my panties are damp, which means my pussy is damp which means I would love some cock, David" " And you would like my cock, is that it?" "There you go being all polite again David. My panties didn't get damp thinking polite thoughts. So here is what is going to happen. I am going to lift up my skirt. You are going to see. Maybe she could wear a swimsuit like that when she was in her twenties, but it seemed a little extreme for a woman in her thirties, stories of Sonja's mother notwithstanding. Some of the pain of the day was relieved when Jason and Emily and Vicky took her over to Hank's one evening, to find a group of other classmates and spouses there -- Aaron and Amber, Scott and Sonja, Dean and Kathy, Mike and Liz. There were no bondage games this time, just a quiet evening, and Vicky even went off the wagon. She padded barefoot and naked to the bathroom and turned on the shower, as she waited for it to heat up she looked at herself in the mirror, he large round breasts, full but still holding their natural place well, she ran her hand between them and down her belly, twisting slightly to check out her profile from the side, long legs, toned thighs and her rounded arse giving her the curves her husband loved so much. Her pussy tingled as he fingers brushed her inner thigh.Steam filling the bathroom. Suddenly an idea jumped into my head. I moved to another chair. When she came in, I didn't speak, didn't welcome her home with a drink and a kiss as I normally do."Somethin' wrong darlin'" she asked.It took a few seconds before I answered. "Should there be?" No darlin', I 'aven't done anything wrong 'ave I?"Don't know, have you?" Don't think so, but you seem to be off." It's just that today at work, Bert mentioned that dickhead yank, and it's brought back bad memories." I lied. "Bad memories,.