I was so humiliated that I tried to pull my eyes away from her crotch, but it was though I was hypnotized because all I could manage was a quick glanc... up to her smiling face and then back down to the crotch of her panties."Come and get a closer look." She barely whispered.This time I did manage to drag my eyes from her panties and looked her square in the eyes. Was she just winding me up just to get a laugh at my expense? I wasn't sure and I searched her face for any clues. She would have made. Long ago, when he had been away for a long time, I had developed the habit of wearing my husbands clothes at home. And even though they were way to big I still refused to get some in my size.As usual they were sitting on the sofa. David on one end, Ryan at the other and bottles and a full ashtray were standing on the table.“Perfect timing, beer is empty”, Ryan grinned and looked at me. “And you poor thing are thirsty?” I replied without missing a beat and grinned back. David, my David, just. ” “I do trust you. The question is, do you trust me?” She’d flipped that around cleverly, so much so that I was caught with my pants down. Figuratively speaking, of course, since my pants were in another room. I thought for a few seconds, and then sighed. “I do trust you; in fact, I trust you as much as I distrust Derek, and that’s a lot. The other guys, models, them I don’t know, but I’m willing to bet that a lot of them make a career of trying to get in women’s pants.” She giggled.. Will it?” “Anyway, it was only a wank, and a bit of fingering!”We walked back to our husbands rocking with laughter, as she described wanking Snakes, huge tattooed, cock. Craig and Nicky were very excited when I told them that we had been invited to the Desperadoes party.Knowing that we were going to the party afterwards, I wore a pair of boots, short leather skirt and a leather waistcoat. Polly wore her leather trousers with a velvet shirt.The bands were excellent, and the place really rocked..