It was a white slip with about 4 inches of lace at the hem. It felt very much like her nylon panties. I held it out in front of myself and thought it ...was one of the prettiest, most feminine garments I had ever seen (in my very limited experience). I immediately knew that I had to know what it felt like on. So I stepped the rest of the way out of my pants and stepped into Aunt Mary’s pretty white slip. Feeling the soft nylon material against my skin, as I pulled it up to my waist, sent shivers. I pulled my feet closer, which allowed my knees to rest on either side of the tub and opened up my pussy. I glided my hands gently up and down the insides of my thighs under the water, enjoying the teasing. I began to imagine that Chris and I were naked on a deserted beach. In my mind, Chris was perched between my legs and it was his hands that were exploring me. With my slightly puffy pussy lips parted, I gently slid my fingertips up and down the length of my slit. Aside from the water, I. And then my thoughts drift to HIM again... wondering, what if He were there watching? Would the sight of me coming like that turn Him on, make Him hard? Maybe He would stand over me, and free one of my hands, so that I could stroke Him, while I’m still writhing under the forced Hitachi. Imagining that scenario sends me into another tailspin...another high...I imagine stroking His firm, large, delicious cock. I’d only seen it that one night when we met, but I’d been lucky enough to take it in. At one point I thought that I saw someone looking at me but I was in the middle of something that I couldn’t stop so I ignored it.The second orgasm started to subside so I switched the egg off; I needed a rest.I had a short rest but quickly became restless. I needed to get out somewhere, and I needed more orgasms. I’d only had 7 so far that day and it was already mid-afternoon.I didn’t fancy the beach or the swimming pool. I was going to save that pleasure for the next day so I decided to walk.