Now, admittedly, that was something with which I had had very little first hand knowledge during my marriage, but I had a heck of an imagination. Of l...ate, that imagination had been working overtime. God, I think it must have been something in the water, but even those wrinkled old ladies were looking good to me lately. And I could say that without shuddering. Too much.The story I was writing was set in Victorian times and the Hero was a dashing long haired, long-dicked cad-type of gentleman.. She would shake her ass when she walked by me and I bet she knew my dick was throbbing sometimes to just bend her over and go to town.Overtime I got brave and when she slept over her friends house (probably actually to get fucked or blow someone) I slowly overtime collected a few of her lovely small thongs and panties (some clean, some dirty), each I would put the crotch on my face and on my dick and would cum all over them and kept them for future use, she never noticed I took any. One time I. They weren’t sharp enough to penetrate the skin, but she could feel each point press into her. “It’s called a Wartenburg Wheel. Some have more wheels than others, but it is used to test sensation of the skin.”She took it from him and rolled it in different spots and then once across her nipple. It tingled and still felt sharp, but nothing like she remembered. “That is so weird. It felt like it was cutting my skin while you were doing it. But it’s not nearly as painful now. I mean, I feel. The entire interior of the car seemed to steam up with the scent of a wanting cunt. Then she plunged my hand inside and down, my fingers quickly encountering her pussy's slick fullness. She most certainly was not wearing panties.Then her hand was almost absently rubbing up and down the bulge in my pants.This was all wrong, I realized, but how I relished knowing that within a few minutes Linda was going to come all over my hand. And, if she wasn't careful, I was going to come inside my.