I put the thong on. The material felt so good. i look in the mirror. it looked to cute on me. from behind even better. my ass looked so nice and smoot...h and sexy. my pussy looked good. you could see the outline of my lips. the lace felt good. they were a little small for me but still. She then says I can keep them if I want. shes got plenty more. I say thanks. I take them off. She says she has an idea.. she takes her dress off. her boobs were so small and cute. small nipples. she says take your. Not well enough, though."Davyn, you're about as subtle as car a crash." Helen put her hand on Joan's, and smiled. "Joan, don't let my husband scare you." No, no, it's fine, er... I mean I'm fine, really," protested Joan."Nonsense," said Davyn again, moving the conversation forward with all the grace of a rampaging pachyderm. "You're nervous, and I just thought it was time you stopped being nervous. Helen and I think you're a wonderful woman, and we're looking forward to getting to know. She had worn the little garment that evening because she’d planned to go on to a night club after dinner. She knew from experience that a glimpse of it on the dance floor would guarantee her an invitation to party on elsewhere.She was travelling and had been feeling very horny for three or four days. She needed a very firm hot cock.The man had been seated next to her at dinner. They had chatted about business. It was a business dinner, after all.Em’s cocktail frock was short, the hem just above. Lurline had said I was going to be home for Hannah when she returnedtonight. As I sat dumbfounded upon her dresser, a mere receptacle formy wife's belongings, I watched Daryl.... Me... Lift my wife in hismuscular arms and carry her to a waiting candle lit bath sprinkledwith rose petals....As they splashed and giggled I lay motionless among her otherbelongings trapped in a dainty utilitarian form with no hope.Lurline had won, that guy in there was Hannah's husband. I guess I'mgoing to be her.