” I told her. “How are you?”“Oh, honey, I haven’t been this excited since the first time we made love.” She grabbed my hand. “Feel.”Sh...e said and she placed my hand between her legs. She had moisture clinging to her inner thighs and her labia was swollen. I could see her hard nipples sticking out further than I ever remembered.“Is this what you want?” I asked.“Do you mind?” she asked.I told her I wanted her to be happy so I would let it go as far as she wanted or until I couldn’t take it any. ..she usually gets up in the morning, changes her clothes and goes to work. This morning she got up changed her clothes and sat in the kitchen drinking her tea. I got up from bed when i thought she had left, and i headed for the hallway to check the hamper. right there on top of the hamper was her panties, Black cotton with a gusset full of clear pussy juice, i mean it looked like a cum shot...but clear...i said out loud "thank you honey for the wet panties" I thought she was gone from the. It kinda tastes like bleach." Stronger than dirt." Look, you're going to think I'm some kind of bigot. I'm not. I don'tthink it ought be sissy season for more than three months. Ha." You know what I really think, Brady. I think you're passive-aggressiveabout sissies, and I think it's because you are one." Me? No, not me. I"m a real man. I belong to the NRA." Oh yeah?" Yep. Me and Steve. He's a guy I watch sports with. He's a real man,too." How can you tell." Well, his cock tastes like oil, for. I grab it and sit back down, this time with one leg over an armrest. I put the handle of the brush in my mouth, covering it with my saliva before taking it out and slowly lower it down my body. I rub the tip of the handle against my clit, giggling at the strange feeling. My giggles turn into moans as my body shakes a little bit. I squeeze my breast with one hand as I lower the hairbrush to my vagina and push it into myself.Another shiver courses through my body as my walls grip the new surface..