I couldn't find the light and fiddled around a bit. Once I found it, it wouldn't switch on. Fuck, I thought to myself. I flicked it on and off, on and... off, wondering if there was another light somewhere. I heard footsteps coming along the hallway, so obviously Chantelle was coming. Shit. 'Hell Max, what are you tryna do to the light-switch?' 'Wait, wait don't come in'. I said back to her, being naked and all. 'Why? are you naked or something? Didn't your mom teach you to take a towel to the. I am pretty much the same and never had any complaints. But the panty thing put a whole different outlook on our sex.About once or twice a week I would relieve myself with her panties and sometimes like on a weekend I would "borrow"a pair from my wife's dresser and wear them all day making sure I don't get caught.About two months after the "first time" I came home from work and started to do my panty thing when in walks my wife home early and here I am standing in our bedroom with a pair of her. Igulped and nodded my head. He sort of moved me into the booth, followedand closed and bolted the door. I was breathing very fast now and mymouth was as dry as a bone. He put both hands on my upper arms andstarted rubbing me, caressing me! He ran one hand over my back and whenhe felt the bra strap, he smiled and told me his name was Mike. Istammered out my name was Ray."No," he smiled, "What is your name when you wear your finery?" Melissa," I stammered, "or Missy."He smiled again and lifted my. The alcohol in my system mixed with all the talk about sex was getting me pretty horny. she must have been on the same page. we got to the point where we were practically sitting on top of each other and the room was quiet while we were looking each others bodies over. although i was a little intoxicated, she was just a one time fuck for me since she seemed pretty crazy and all she did was talk about her problems the whole time we were at her place. however, once we got into some groping.