Oops.I put them in my purse and sat on the toilet to pee. I lifted my skirt andpulled my panties down to my knees. I saw a nice white line in the crot...hwhich pleased me. I lifted the crotch to my nose and got a nice whiff of mysweet aroma. As I peed I realized I needed to do a little more than pee. SoI took that moment to do number 2. I wiped myself but not all the way andused the lace panties to finish. Leaving a nice brown line was well. I thenwashed and dried my hands and then dabbed my face. The man she'd been with had to be huge! I literally had to bang one side of her stretched pussy at a time to get any feeling. When I went down on her, I noticed the shower hadn't removed all of the cum. I had it all over my beard. It was shortly after this night that she left me.I was in torture for weeks. One day at work I was confiding my feelings to a friend. She said her mother, Marcia, had recently gone through the same experience. Her husband had left her for a younger woman. She said her. If the opulence she saw around her was anything to go by, there would be proper food here, decent hamburgers and French fries at the very least.Sitting up she looked around and was extremely impressed by what she saw. The taps at the edge of the pool, which was in reality a big bath, bigger than any she had ever seen, seemed to be gold plated. Every inch of the walls was covered in decorative patterns and pictures, as was that part of the ceiling which was not glass. Half of the windows had a. He thought about her panties again. The pink satin one she wore last night and the green ones he saw sliding over her peachy arse this morning.Almost without thinking, his fingers caressed the various pairs in the drawer. He loved the feel of the satin material and pulled a pair of teal coloured panties out. The bluey-green hue was so delicate. He lifted the panties up and held them to his face and rubbed them over his cheek.Biting his lip, he wrapped the panties around his cock and slowly.