“Sorry I’m so late, Adam, I jus-“ I cut her off and she stopped. “It’s ok, I know.” I stood up to hug her and kiss her again. Despite the ...weather, she still felt warm under my hands. Inviting. I had to wrench myself away from her and hold her by the shoulders. “You don’t need to apologise. I’ll make us a drink, you go upstairs, get out of those work clothes and relax a little, ok?” She smiled at me, happily, and I smiled back. “I’d like that.” She said, smiling again and turning to skip off. Every chance Icould I would sneak a different pair of panties to my room to jack offin. With my rock hard teenage cock encased in a frilly pair of pantiesand also at times wearing stockings and a bra I would masturbate wildlyin my sensual fantasy world. All panties fascinated me; how they lookedand felt to the touch and especially the way they felt pulled up overmy throbbing cock. They were all wonderful to put on and jack off in -the silky ones and the satin ones too. One of my favorites was. He afforded all this toiling away in his family accountancy firm; the work had robbed him of his time, and taken something away from himself - he no longer knew that their was something missing from his essence, he was becoming an empty husk of person.At night she had become accustomed to the routine- he would get back back home late at night. Edge himself into bed very timidly and delicately, give her a kiss on her cheek and fall asleep. Thinking that his wife had been asleep. In reality she. She hadn't squirted but she was unbelievably wet and as I pushed up with my arms I had the most exciting view of those enormous tits that looked like they had grown two sizes from her excitement. The sight of those beautiful pink inflated pillows with softening nipples and spreading areola kept me hard and deep inside her pussy waiting for seconds. What came over me, I don't know, but I asked if she would like me to get a wash cloth and clean her pussy. She thought this would be great and so I.