Years ago, not long after the wife and I were married, we stopped off at her parents' house nearly every Sunday afternoon for dinner. Being the perv that I was (and still am) I would rummage through the dirty clothes hamper in the bathroom and pull out a pair of her mom's dirty panties and stroke a big load into the crotch, put them back in the hamper at the top of the pile and close the lid. I'd then clean up and flush the toilet before returning to the living room so everybody would think I was just in there to take a leak. This routine went on for weeks and, unsurprisingly, the mother-in… Läs mer