I might not have stayed faithful, but I would never have dumped her," he replied with a smile, and she giggled."Oh Ezra, stop teasing me."Ezra flashed... a broad grin at her. "Out of interest, why didn't you go down on him?"Lydia looked around the room and bit her lip. "You promise not to laugh?" Of course not," Ezra promised and she sucked in her lips."Because I don't know how."Ezra broke his promise and Lydia sat up in annoyance, her beautiful, radiant look gone. "Sorry, sorry. Honestly Lydia,". "This is where I do my homework," said Bob, putting his briefcase on the round hardwood table in the middle of the room."This is just gorgeous," sighed Cecelia."Trust me," said Bob. "This place takes every penny I make. I just couldn't bear to give it up, that's all. I have a little more than an acre of land to use to pursue my love of gardening, which is what keeps me sane." Your wife must spend all her time just cleaning," said Cecelia, thinking about how big the house was and how much there. My wife continued, "He not only likes wearing panties like a littlegirly; he also likes it when I put them on his head so that he cansniff them. Maybe I should put these on his head."As she said this, she pulled the panties that she was wearing tightagainst her cunt and turned to face me. "Hmmm, my little sissy hubby?Would you like to get a sniff of these?"I immediately noticed the particular pair of panties that she waswearing. They were the Vanity Fair panties from which I had removed. I would lose myself in the heady smell, as my hands would continue to work on the softest of skins and tenseness of muscles. Many times, I yearned to use my lips and tongue but had to resist the temptation. My sexual and emotional needs were suffocating me. In short, they were controlling my life and to try to relieve those frustrations I resorted to masturbating several times a day. Very often, I would leave work, hot and horny as hell. At home, my fingers would then be a substitute for the.