Robbie looked from Tami to me and back again. "How come you're not sitting over there?" she asked Tami, pointing at the empty space next to me."'Cause...I wanted to sit by my best friend."Robbie looked from me to Tami. "Un huh. Afraid I'm going to cause trouble?" Of course not," I said quickly. Then softly added, "If we win." I heard that."I grinned.Robbie glared for a minute, then smiled and nodded. "I'll be good. I promise."I relaxed. Robbie knew how competitive she was, and if she was thinking. ”“Oh,” Fred was dejected, “Too bad you went running I guess we won’t have time to play around. I mean don’t get me wrong! I love the Mrs. America body! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this kind of shape even when we were in college!” He moved his hands so he cupped her ass as he held her against him.It made her feel so good to hear the compliments from her husband. It also made her regret everything she had done but she felt the throbbing hardness between their bodies. She knew exactly why he. As a man, I have a very kinky imagination and have expressed this to my wife. I have jerked off with her panties while looking at porn, and even used them to jerk-off in front of her. I constantly give her oral sex, and try regularly slid a finger into her sweet little ass (which she hates). I think she appreciates how attracted I am about her; however the lack of regular sex has left me longing for more.Over the years, I've developed a panty fetish. I love grabbing a pair of her freshly worn. " "Are you okay with that?" I asked wiping my mouth with a napkin. "Sure. When in Rome...," she chewed her own pizza, "not quite Chicago Deep Dish is it?" "Nope," I looked deeply into her blue eyes and said, "Some of the best things in life come from home." She smiled and I kissed her on the cheek. We ate our fill of pizza and Mother kissed me on the forehead and retired to my bedroom, exhausted from her day of travel and jet lag. I watched the news and then made up the sofa for my bed. I lay.