But, Dave was a man of few words, a man who was more physical in his expressions rather than vocal. And I felt his strong hands lifting my skirt and r...sting on my butt cheeks underneath my panties, parting them so that he could slide a finger along my dampening gape. The feeling was both exquisite and sensual and I responded by closing my eyes and leaning closer into his chest.“You want it so bad don’t you babe. I can feel it.” I gently nodded my reply taking in the heady aroma of his gorgeous. Like fuck. I would rather stick it a tin of worms!It's not that she is pig ugly or anything. It's just that she's a nosey, interfering old bastard who never has a good word to say about me. Anytime she is around Jean she spends the whole time just slagging me off. I can't stand her. What worse, Jean actually feels sorry for her, living all alone since her husband died 10 years ago, and would like her to move in with us. No fucking way.Even with those thoughts going around my head I am disturbed. It was only two days later when I discovered he was wearing those panties again. He asked me to go panty-shopping with him. I thought it was a little weird but he sure looked sexy in those panties. We bought 18 pair of panties for him and he started wearing panties daily. About four months into the relationship, I was approached by my friend Jenna with a rumor that she had heard. Jenna had heard that Barry might have cheated on me after a weekend sorority party. . O. talk and the C.O. gets up and walks over to a cleaning supply closet just around the corner from his desk, and unlocks the door. Then he walks back to his desk & sits down to read a newspaper. The pimp walks his sissy to the cleaning closet and turns on the light. The sissy is carrying a tub of Vaseline. He sets the Vaseline on a shelf and moves a couple of mop buckets toward the rear of the closet. Then he unwraps the towel and folds it in half and lays it on the concrete floor. A closer.