Next morning I woke up and felt the panties in my pocket. I told my friend I didn’t feel well and was going home. I got home and told my mom I didn�...�t feel and was going to lay down. I went to my room. Closed the door and got in bed. I had the panties balled up next to me. I got a few pairs of pantyhose out. My boner was hard like last night. I slipped a pair of silken mist stw pantyhose on. I started teasing my erection through the silky sheer nylon. My pantyhose already getting wet from. As she sat on her bathroom toilet she noticed she still had on the same under wear n noticed her old wet stains and the new wet stains she made while she was sleeping next to her husband thinking how that big ugly black bear of a man kept fucking her in the ass. As she started too pee she remembered the most embarrsing part, she had squirted omg he laughed at her n called her a little slut wife because of every time he would shoot his cum up her ass her pussy would gush a torrent of cum n she. My hands touched her belly and partly her boobs while hugging. Then I slowly started to press her boobs to which she was angry and asked me to leave the kitchen. Making a sad face I went to the bedroom and sat on the bed. She then came in and asked me what was I trying do? I told her about how I use to fantasize about her and always dream of fucking her. She said that it would be wrong since I was her daughter’s boyfriend. I reminded her that she was no longer my girlfriend and that nothing. " "Well, which is it, Pete?" Wendy asked. "Hold your horses! Jeez," Pete complained. After a minute, he finally answered. "It says thirty-eight here." "But you've been putting on weight, dear," Wendy criticized. "All that beer you've been drinking. It's probably forty. Listen, Pete, try on what you've got in there, and I'm going to go out and find some other pants for you to try, okay?" "Yeah, yeah." We stood there listening to this exchange with barely stifled giggles. We knew it was against.