As I led my wife, daughter, and grandkids through the exclusive private resort towards the dock, I felt relief. So far, so good. Now we were going to meet the Sand Haven water taxi and we'd be home free. It was then that a sensory memory came back. The laundry. Laura's thong, laying on display in the laundry hamper, was soaking wet and her s*x scent was strong. Was that an accident? She knew I was going to do the laundry. Nah, she's just getting some self-love in while she had privacy. But then I remembered what was on top of my daughter's s*x-soaked panties. Mike's briefs, full of his c*m, and his sisters. Hers soaked too. That was no accident. I know it's common for twins to experiment, so I wasn't surprised. Laura put that thong there as a message. But were the kids just not careful? I
