Even mor surprising was that for a couple of minutes i seemed to find myself imagining how ellen might actually look wearing them. Like i say she was ...not a particularly sexual woman, and was quite normal looking really, 5ft 6in, with a nice curvy bbw figure, about a size 16/18 and large heavy hanging breasts and looked and dressed just as any 57yr old woman tends to dress.As i was about to turn and leave her room she walked in and thanked me for doing the job, and just as she turned to leave. I on the other hand am slim. That is rare for a man living in a city with so much to eat. I was of average height and not what you would call to handsome.Anyway Donna and I were having some marital problems. For instance, I seemed to ignore her. I concede this fact, but as any good man, I had an excuse. At the office there was a major account being tossed around and if a landed it I would be the big red fish at work. So I was a little preoccupied.One night I came home and Donna had invited a. "How come you are still wearing those panties?" I asked.That smile on her face got even wider."Oh, I thought you might want to take them off for me" she giggled.She moved closer and I put my fingers inside her panties and started pulling them down. She helped me by stepping out of them and I picked them up. I don't know why, but I lifted the panties close to my nose and took a deep breath. At the same moment I realized that they were soaked and when the familiar aroma hit me, my cock got even. It was not as if I'd never shared my passion with other women before. As I mentioned earlier, some indulged me a little, some not at all, but Julie was different. I cared about her a great deal, and I didn't want to take the chance on her thinking me strange. Nevertheless, one night I finally took the plunge and opened up to her. It took dinner at my place, and three glasses of wine before I could finally drum up enough courage to speak about it. I told her how tickling a woman was the.