“Stacy Martin!”, you again berate yourself in the deep recesses of your mind. How did you ever let it get this far? Until tonight, your only love... since your marriage was your husband John, attractive in his way, loving after a fashion, but perhaps gone a little bland. “But!” you again admonish yourself, “that's no excuse for this!” as you drive to the club that he suggested for your rendezvous. God! You even dressed as he asked, right down to your black satin panties, matching satiny bra and. I got into the bath which had been sitting till it wasnice and warm and not scalding. I don't think my poor body couldhandle that.I soaked for a few minutes and decided that I should wash up. WhatI was not ready for was the feeling of the soap gliding over myhairless skin... now that was a perk. It felt nice, kind ofsensuous. Wow, so that's what woman get out of a bath.After 15 or 20 minutes in the bath, I felt nice and relaxed anddecided that now was the time to shave. After finding the nice. I shagged heavily with panty at the tip of my nose, and bursted out on the panty on the dark stains. I took a bath and stepped out of the bathroom, asha was sitting there and reading some book, and she asked me to get some vegetables from the market, when she was talking to me i couldn’t see straight in to her eyes. It happened for the first time. After that whenever i found her panty in bathroom i enjoyed great. After few days i was searching for some more to have better fun in shagging.. In the summers, I'd often sit at the patio table naked, playing with my cock, or just reading the newspaper. There was a street crossing about 100 yards from my back yard, which was lower than the railroad bed, and had big trees and some bushes, plus, another flag stone patio down in the back. When the trains would be approaching, the engineers would blow the horns when close to the gates. Many times, the conductors, or engineers, would look out toward my patio, and would see me naked as a Jay.