Its a long time since this happend but my sister every now and then will give me her knickers to use as a reminder of our closeness..My brother well, ...e found a wife and moved away....My sister and i have both find men wearing female underwear a turn on.She now has had several boyfriends that wear her underwear ,Once she had a fella calld john, He was amazing so understanding, He wore stockings,a bask, and her knickers .She phoned me up to say i should pop over.That the sight i saw when i walkd. “Never.”“Who owns you, Carol?” he asked, running his cock from my opening up to my clit.“You,” I answered. “You, Mr. Boyd.”He held up my jelly-like legs and pushed his throbbing member deep into my contracting pussy. He began thrusting into me like a mad man, to make it clear that he owned me. At this point, I had become more than just his personal secretary, I was now also his personal slut.“Mmm, fuck me!” I cried, encouraging him to keep pounding into me.There I was, in the bed, I shared with. I decided to have a drink myself, opened a beer and tried to watch TV again. I was getting a buzz and getting into the movie I was watching when my phone lit up.Wifey (9:01 PM): [pic msg]Rachel and my wife were now standing in between two guys. They were all looking into the camera and making funny faces. The men looked like typical muscled frat boys, and as looked more closely at the picture I couldn't be sure but I think he had his hand around my wife's waist. She must've been too drunk to. .” I began.“Forget it, John. It’s bad enough you fiddling with a view,” Morgana warned.“Yes, my Mage,” I replied with a grin.“Scan the whole room and let’s try and see where they went,” Morgana ordered.We spent most of the day hopping back and forth between the room and various places in the USA including Las Vegas, Patterson and New Jersey until finally we tracked him down to a room in the Pin-Del Motel in Laurel, Maryland. We were tired, frustrated and above all annoyed. We’d had to use the.