I didn't rub them against me. I just took them, went straight toKatie's drawer and threw them in, as if there was some sort of secretcamera pointing a...t me. At night, I would look at Katie, as if waiting fora message, but there was none forthcoming. Our lives went on as normal.Our conversations. Our meals.But for the life of me, I could not stop thinking about the panties in mybed like a light in the distance.***Finally, it was Saturday. Katie slept in, the way she often did. I madecoffee and. Now I'm married and have obligations of which I will never put at risk but there was a time not long ago that I was a bit more free. Some of it was enabled by drinking (and more) and some of it comes from the ticking clock to explore this now before its too late. One night years ago, a gay friend of my wife, and mine, was partying with us into the early hours. It was close to the end of the night and we had already stumbled on some discussions together where I confessed wanting to suck a man's. He had a bushy gray mustache and a weathered face. He stopped thumbing her clitoris and she felt his fingers slide slowly from her. He stood up beside the bed and she watched him unbuckle his trousers and climb up on the bed with her. He grunted something in Turkish at her and she stared dumbly at him. He hissed back at her and took her by the hair and pulled her over to him. She felt him guide her head to the tangle of fabric at his crotch. Realizing his demand and remembering what Carla had. Mani got on top of me and I started licking her from her anus to her clit while she moved. Anobiks hard penis just kept hitting against my clit. Soon Anobik guide his penis inside of me and within ten strokes, he came inside of me and then dozed off. Manimanjari winked at me and then grabbed my left tit and started sucking it. I shouted I wish he would titty-fuck me to which she smooched me hard and slid her index, middle and ring finger inside me and whispered I know you enjoy many cocks at.