” “Blackmail! What are you, nuts! What could you possibly use to blackmail Gary?” I asked. “Look, neither of us want Gary to fly off the hand...e here. You love him and want him back and I can’t afford for him to tell my wife. You see, I married the bosses daughter. My father in law is also my boss. He owns the company I work for. If this got out I would not only lose my wife but my job as well, and knowing my father in law, he’d black list me and I’d never find another job. So, you see, I have. I shook my head but couldn't speak. I felt embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I began to sob. Andy hugged me and the tears began to flow. All I could say was sorry. Andy whispered in my ear it was OK. He chuckled as he declared my ass was much more tighter than he expected and he should of used just one finger.The hug lasted about a minute and I was unsure if I should pull my pants on or not. I just looked down and couldn't make eye contact with Andy. He walked away to get me some water. I. She is a very sensualwomen who likes to please her man.I am pretty much the same and never had any complaints. But the panty thing put a whole different outlook on our sex.About once or twice a week I would relieve myself with her panties and sometimes like on a weekend I would "borrow"a pair from my wife's dresser and wear them all day making sure I don't get caught.About two months after the "first time" I came home from work and started to do my panty thing when in walks my wife home early. "Shy, isn't he? He?" the Gul asking Mam for confirmation as theyapproached me. "This is a boy, right? I'll confess I can't always tellthe difference with your species, when they're this young."?At that age my hair hadn't been cut in years. And while long hair on aboy or a man wasn't unusual, my umala and I had been fooling aroundwith mine, not expecting any company that morning, and I was wearing itup in a feminine style held in place by an ornamental comb that hadbeen my Grandmam's. Plus,.