” I try to stand my ground, but Mikayla is extremely persistent, as always. “OK, his name is Drake. I met him while I was in Philadelphia. It’s ...kind of a long story. Can I have my phone back now?” Mikayla and I leave the mall, trying to find a distraction. We grab some lunch at a local restaurant called the Friendly Toast. It’s a popular spot not far from campus. Once we place our orders, Mikayla waits for me to start talking. I take a large gulp of my ice tea before divulging the details about. It was Phoenix. At least it felt like Phoenix. The air around me still smacked of Arizona. I got slowly to my feet and took a look at myself, pants ripped and bloody, my shirt no better off and only wearing one shoe. I felt the blood crusted all down my face and neck and my hair was stiff with it. Yeah, I’m a sexy bitch, alright. I found my shoe laying a few feet away and slipped it back on my foot and stared at the horizon, pondering. Maybe it wasn’t worth it. Maybe these gifts were really a. .it wasn't expected and to be honest my wife and I never thought it would happen but we are both glad we did. I have been wearing panties with my wife for over 7 years now, we have some we share, some that match and then our own. I am a proper panty perv and love licking and sniffing her knickers.Anyway, one night I was fast asleep and dreaming. I was walking in our bedroom when I saw a pair of her white lace brazilian briefs on the floor....we have a matching pair of these....I pick them up. He also took a soft drink. He pointed back through to the living room and we sat on the sofa. I’m not sure that either of us knew what to do next. Our first hour had been soooo intense and we’d hardly spoken that it now seemed a bit unnatural, well at least to me.Paul asked if I liked his panties, stretching back to make him lap more open to see. I ran my fingers over the bulge and said that they suited him, both from the front and the back. He asked if I wanted to see more of his wife’s.