I found the panties buried deep in her drawer, seemingly hardly ever worn. They were pretty enough to have been part of a bride's outfit, and maybe it...was.In the back of the closet, I found a box crammed full of real stockings, the type that can only be held up by a garter belt. In it I found the pair which matched a photo of her legs posed nicely and showing panties, garter belt and long stockings with the brand label of Givenchy in large white script looking sexy against the dark band. Really what I was doing was running away and it wasn’t long before I realized that the person I was running away from was I. Until I could deal with myself and what I had become, there was no place to hide. The only trips that mattered became the ones I took with Megan and Robin and even then there seemed to be a wall between us that I just couldn’t get through or over. Anyway, here I am trying to get my head straight, wishing that I had never met Don’s sisters, let alone confided in them and. The both of us also started talk of beach sex, exhibitionism and voyeurism during lovemaking with the wives. We also pulled out toys on the wives a little more than usual to get the idea of a different cock floating around in their brains. Finally, the day arrived. We boarded the plane for the long arduous journey. Once there we checked in and the next day it was off to work for me. I met Mike face to face and we hit it off instantly. We had arranged for Mike’s wife to lay tour guide for my. I looked at him and Carlos, debating on how much to tell them. I didn’t want to lie to them, but I couldn’t really tell them what was going on either. ‘Anything you want, you just say the word.’ ‘I want the Fanta girls.’ Carlos exclaimed, him and Brandon sharing a laugh. ‘What are you smoking? Can I have some.’ He and Brandon shared a laugh while I just looked at them smiling. ‘You doubt my powers?’ ‘Whatever,’ Carlos said. ‘Are you drunk this early in the afternoon?’ He sniffed my empty.