Pale coloured panties are the best in my opinion, because you can gaze at the stains first, imagining how the knickers have ridden up between the owne...s lips. Those lips may be pink, they may be brown, they may be hidden within the folds of the vulva, and they might sit fat and proud outside. One universal truth though, is that they've rubbed against the fabric in that middle strip.After the eyes feast upon the hidden gems, I lift the crotch to my nose, inhaling deeply. Fresh is best in. At first I'd imagined sticking my hand in and pulling them out. That was before I knew they were actually old enough to growl so, even though it did sound a little feeble. I knew that their little teeth were probably as sharp as needles. I didn't try a damned thing until I fetched and put on my gloves.The way it turned out, the rawhide gloves were great for this job. As soon as I put my hand in, one of the little bastards bit down on it. I pulled my hand back and he held on tight, assuring that. **** Dozens of lights twinkled from their perches. A fresh pine scent filled the air. Gaily wrapped presents crowded together to find a spot under the tree. People scurried through the stores to find those last elusive gifts. It was three days before Christmas, and Abby wished it was over. The packages were empty, fake, like the tree with its air freshener stuffed in the center. A single card sat on the coffee table, a reminder of how few people remembered her. Abby hated the holidays. She. She preferred one on one and she could wear us both out while possibly enjoying the sex more than we did. This lasted for three months then Joan announced she was pregnant.Being somewhat old fashioned and chivalrous I married her. Being pregnant she said, no sex. Two months after the birth of our daughter I insisted on at least two nights a week. She just handed me some lube lay down and spread her legs and said, get it over with.After three years it was down to once a week, at four years it.