I'msure it will get easier each time. You really don't need to beembarrassed by what you want to wear. Lots of women are okay with menwearing pantie..., or even a bra. I know the friends I have talked toabout buying you a bra didn't seem bothered at all." You told some of your friends about buying me a bra!" I was shocked."Of course I did dear," she replied very calmly. "Girls always talkabout their husbands and boyfriends. You remember that I talked to youabout my ex-husband when we first. Sandy served dinner and we ate. We talked about Dad, the town, who was doing what to whom, the various players in the town politics and the people they thought I might remember from when we all lived here together. From conversations with Dad I knew that Karen had married Ken Farmer and it lasted five years. They had no kids. I also knew Sandy hadn’t married. As it approached nine o’clock there was a silence around the table. Dinner was long over, dishes done and the small talk had ended.. He seemed to be in his mid-fifties and I believed that was about the age his wife probably was. “If you are willing to live in this to make her happy.” “I do love her,” he nodded, his eyes locking with my own. “Though I feel that she does not love me back.” “Why do you say that?” I asked him concerned. It was sad if he did not think that his wife loved him. “She must love you.” “There was a time in which I thought she did,” her gave a remembered smile, as if he were dreaming of the past.. " She gave me a sweet smile and stepped out of her panties. She was wearing a sundress that day. I took my cock out and sat on a flat rock wiith my cock sticking sttraight up. It began to leak precum and very soon my cock head became greasy with the stuff. Lexi helped lubricate it with a nice blow job, swallowing my cum when it spurted into her mouth. Lexi straddled my outstretched legs and sat back on my cock stuffing it into her cunt. I steadied her with my hands."I can never get used to this.