The next time I did it, I waited again until he was watching something that interested him enough to stay seated even while I crawled into his lap.

I’d have to call a plumber, but was in a hurry and needed to jump in the shower first. So I simply stepped out of my britches and walked to the shower, leaving my pants and panties turned inside out on the floor in front of the toilet. The shower was exhilarating and renewing, but the broken toilet situation was looming over my head. Problem was, Marlboro Man was out of town—working cows in Nebraska—and I’d never had to call a plumber since we’d gotten married and had no idea where to look. Since Marlboro Man’s grandparents lived in town and were pretty much in the know, they were the first ones I thought of to call. So I dialed Pa-Pa, Marlboro Man’s grandfather, and said, "Um…it seems that…um…our toilet has malfunctioned and I’m in need of a plumber. Could you give me the number of one?" Eager to come to the aid of his relatively new granddaughter-in-law, Pa-Pa assured me, " Aww, don’t you worry about a thing, honey. I’ll call someone and send them right over." I shrugged, thought to myself, " That was easy," and left the house to run some errands. Sitting on the toilet, I smothered Holly's panties into my face with my left hand as I ferociously jerked myself off with my right hand. I again breathed in her smell. I felt like an animal. Nothing had ever turned me on so much before. I started panting, tiring from the excitement. After a few minutes, I came. Cum splattered on the wall five feet away from where I was seated on the toilet.

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We often forget that basically we are animal. During arousal and sex smell is supposed to Bea heightened sense. We have been told and taught by the pharmaceutical compared that odour that our bodies make is unwanted and dirty. I hugged him too, when he did something for me, when I’d done something that made him proud or just because. In the five seconds of stunned silence that followed, I was acutely aware of two things: that I had just smelled the crotch of my daughter’s panties in public, and my friends were staring at me with a mix of horrific wonder. I walked over to her bed, ignoring the other piles of clothing, and stopped in front of the panties. Something was stirring in me that I had never felt before. I had never been excited about a woman's undergarments before, giving them about as much attention as I give my own. But the thought of touching and smelling something that touches my own sister's cunt became very exciting to me suddenly.

And then there’s that. Sniffing the panty crotch implied I was concerned she was returning dirty underwear. Did I assume she didn’t wash them? What kind of friend did I think she was?

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I’ve seen pictures were you were holding me as a babe and you carried me with your hand there.” I replied. “When did it become too intimate? It hasn’t changed much, except for some hair.”