The thrill of this taboo thing I was doing, with no one knowing. I could feel my cock leaking pre-cum, making my new panties moist.Did I mention I am...married? And in my fifties? Yeah, so what about the wife? She doesn’t really know about this, my long fascination with ladies underwear. Sure, I would complement her on her sexy little panties and tell her how hot she looks. I would tell her how sexy her panties feel when I run my hands over and inside them. But how would she feel about me. I thought for a moment on how to word my request, to make the most of the wish.Then I kissed Maggie softly, "Trust me?"She smiled and said, "Always."I looked at the figure floating in the air and said, "I wish for my wife and I to be able to be immune to the virus that threatens our lives so that I may once again give her to others to use sexually in depraved ways. I wish to return to enjoying the debauchery that makes us feel whole again."Hoping that I'd covered it all, I waited with bated. ”Tim counted off more bills and set them aside. “We need six cases of paint.”“We need to replace the templates. The ones we have are getting in pretty bad shape. I had to scrape the paint off of one with my pocket knife.”Tim put some more money on the pile for the hardware store. He shook his head and dropped a few more bills. “We need paper towels and plastic bags. I had to borrow the bags we used today from my mom.”“We had better replace them. Your mom said she was making fried chicken. . and left a dike of bedrock ... uplifted to near vertical and strewn with fractures and boil holes. Downstream, not a hundred yards the creek begins to braid, leaving multitudes of banks and turns as far east as the foot hills and as far west as the rise of the stone bulwark of the Bighorns.None of the neighbors have any diaries or journals of the event that left the oxbow. Since property lines often included natural boundaries, streams, ridges and canyon walls in the description of who owns.