As I did, Connie’s hand slid down my back and in-between my butt cheeks. She felt for my scrotum and I found myself lifting my hips to provide her b...tter access.“That’s it” Connie encouraged into my ear, “You lick your wife’s ravaged pussy and if you’re a good boy, I’ll share all the naughty details with you.”I don’t know what happened to me, but knowing that I might learn the details, and hearing Connie call me a “good Boy” just seemed to release something in me. I moaned out and lapped at my. My cock was swelling from thinking about her getting fucked and her obviously hard nipples. I tried not to turn toward her, knowing my cock would show easily through the sweat pants I was wearing. I asked her more about her bed, what was really wrong with it? Brenna just replied that it was lumpy and uncomfortable to sleep on. I made up my mine now or never and turned toward her, wanting to see if she noticed my crotch. Her eyes lit up and I was sure she noticed my growing bulge, I though that. . you can probably see where this is headed... I rediscovered the thrill and delight of worn, stained, soft and sexy panties. The thrill of knowing these pieces of material had caressed a vagina for many hours, absorbing and soaking up the scents and juices seeping out of it just waiting to be adored and appreciated as it should be.It was a thong, a pretty purple thong with pink string. I will never forget it, the smells, the colours, the staines and the wonderful, delicious taste of her juices. We were very close friends. It all happened on a school sports day. They were the participants of school athletic team. So susan brought a handy cam to shoot her performance. They gave the cameras to me to record their entire performance.After the participation they went to change the dress. At that time I simply searched in the folders containing different documents of her. While I was searching the files I saw a folder named ” my secrets”. I became curious and opened that. I was shocked to.