I planned on indulging myself all week with my little stash.But that changed the first night.Taking a shower I glanced in the laundry basket and caugh...t a glimpse of Pam's panties. It wasn't a tiny, uncomfortable thong or boring white granny panties. They were black satin with a red rose pattern.My first instinct was to snatch them, but I worried they'd be missed. So, I ended up dressing in some shorts and pair of navy boy short panties that I'd brought with me --a pair that I'd originally. James growled with frustration as a man breezed past, walking directly into the men's room. Time dragged. Finally, when the pressure on his bladder wall was becoming painful, the door opened. James practically ran in, slamming the door behind him. He hurriedly undid his pants, and took care of the urgent need. A few moments later, washing his hands in the sink, he reflected on why women went to the bathroom in groups. Company for the fricking line. Breathing a sigh of relief, he undid the bolt. I stepped into and slid up my shiny white panties. Then for the first time in twenty-six years, I felt a lacy garter squeeze up my thigh. As I smoothed out the wrinkles on my veil, dabbed some of Doug’s favorite perfume in the usual places and called down to him.. Surprisingly, he was at the bedroom door in no time. He was puffing a bit from climbing all those stairs, but his eyes were sparkling in wonderment at the vision of his blushing bride. He was smitten by the time my perfume hooked. I find her in the bedroom at her dresser. She, as normal, is not surprised. Maybe my attempts at stealth are just that. As I take in what she's wearing or, should I say, what she's wearing for me. The black lacy waspie suspender belt, yum, the balcony bra where there is just a hint of nipple on show. Wow, what nipples they are: large, pert, the size of car wheel nuts. They can be so sensitive when engorged. If she's in the mood, playing with them can bring her within inches of a climax. Not.