.. “I’m really close baby and this time I’m gonna tell you when each shot spurts out, is that OK?”“Go for it tiger,” she said re-gripping ...her legs tight behind me.That old black magic was moving onward and upward, and I said, “One, two, three, four, five, six ... and, and ... I guess it was six, but it will only take one when we begin making our parents, grandparents!”“I never want to make love with anyone except for you,” she said pulling my mouth on hers and we kissed like the crazy lovers we. I went on to wear my sister's undies and this continued into adult life where I have worn the undies of many ladies (without them knowing it). Until the time of this story, I never ventured out wearing women's clothes but on this particular night, I put on a pair of my wife's tights and a pair of red satin panties underneath my jeans. I got in my car and drove to the public park in Dublin, known as the Phoenix Park. I drove for a while enjoying the sensation of the tights against my skin and. How was I meant to respond? She knew exactly what I was doing and I knew that if she was truly disturbed by what she had seen, she would have jogged on and not said anything. So I responded, "having a wank, I really didn't think anybody would be around at this time and I thought I would try this out". She laughed and had her eyes fixed on my cock which was still erect and still in my hand. I asked her if she wanted to watch, to which she replied, "I have a boyfriend, I don't think I. There was enough space for a desk at which Paolo could sit and a narrow bed that could accommodate him and one of the Ninth Army's Official Concubines. For a senior prostitute who might, on an average day, have sex with seven or eight of the ship's officers, this was opulence indeed. Only Revolutionary Officers and senior military staff had the luxury of yet more spacious accommodation. They also had access to more ethnically pure and erotically enhanced concubines than Paolo would ever be.