For the last, I wasn’t looking for anything too complicated. I took a few moments out to place some orders over the internet, supplies for some of ...y possible solutions. Then half-time was over, and I was back to watching the game. Wendy came home at the beginning of the fourth quarter, and she looked happy. Almost too happy. ‘How’d things go?’ I asked, curious if she would finally tell me. ‘It went well. I’m going to need a few more days, and then I’ll explain everything. How’s the game?’. And having sex with her while wearing lingerie wasmind-blowing. When I looked back it had been a very long time since wemade love without me wearing lingerie. I had never complained becausethe experience was so much better (for each of us it seemed) when I wasin lingerie. I just let all this kind of roll around in my brain, whilemy wife drove us to Brianne's. My heart was racing. My wife hadactually talked to Brianne about getting me to wear a bra for some time.How embarrassing! How many. He really did enjoy his time inthe shower more now with all those nice smelling soaps and shampoos. As he was washing himself with his body sponge he was again reminded ofjust how sore he was. Sure, his chest was sore and to top that off he hadthat weird swelling. What the heck could that be? A rash, allergy,infection? Who knows? "Good thing mom has that top I can wear to help. Without that I'd be introuble," he thought. Jessie felt a bit awful for how he had beentreating his mom. She really. These horny ladies, led by the insatiable hot-blonde Solitaire, were on him like white on rice; they peeled him to his shorts, then did what lusty schoolgirls the length and breadth of the US have been longing to do to their pin-up whip those trunks off and dive on what lay beneath. His cock was sprung like a diving-board even before the soccer-girls stripped naked and showed off all that buff British booty. Then when they sprayed down his clean-waxed physique with lube and slathered it all in.