If you wanted to know when food had arrived you had to tip the supermarket manager who would then ring when food arrived. It got better. After the fir...t six months it did get better, a lot better. It was like an economic miracle when there was food still on the shelves at the end of the day. But I could not let Paula go to the supermarket on her own.She would have been raped in the aisles! Police, you must be joking. Army everywhere. What do you do when the man stroking your wife's bottom is a. In all honesty, I don’t know who I had offended the most.Recently, I had gotten in the habit of not answering my door when I had a female in my bed and I never as able to sort out who it was on the other side of the door.I must state up front that the most depraved female in the bunch was the cross-wearing Fay with a preacher husband and four strapping boys all in their teens at home. She was able to contort her body in all different positions and sometimes she watched my cock going inside her. She was slightly leaning backwards to compensate the weight of her voluptuous assets. I went behind her and started unhooking her bra. The longline bra had firm lower band and there were 16 hooks that held the band firm round her waist and stomach. It took some time to release my big girl from her armour.Once her boobs were free, they sagged down below her hips. Molly’s upper chest suddenly looked flat as most of the mass of her boobs was in front of her belly and crotch. I took her left boob. Then Robbie finally spoke, “So, um…in that drawer there…”I winced, quickly becoming panicked, but said nothing. He continued, also obviously uncomfortable, “I…uh…you wear…plastic pants?”And there it was. I was guilty. I had a fetish for plastic pants. They feel so good against my skin, I just can’t help myself. He found my stash. I didn’t know what to say. I timidly gave a half nod and looked away.“Do you…like…um…need to…wear them?”I winced again. The seconds seem to take eons to tick.