Our New Roommate #1-6
When my mother-in-law moved in, it was supposed to be temporary while she looked for a condo. Her husband had recently passed, so giving up my bed to sleep on the couch was the least I could do. But days soon turned into weeks, weeks into months, and I began to get restless, particularly from the lack of marital affections.
Then one morning as Linda was doing laundry, I joked that seeing her load her daughter’s panties into the wash was the most action I’d had in weeks. She laughed, holding up the panties and displaying them this way and that for me. I guess my hooting and catcalling sort of egged her on. Next thing you know… well, things got out of control in a hurry.