His name was Paul and I offered him something to drink.We kept getting closer and closer on the couch until it finally happened. We started kissing an... making out. He was very confident, since his hands started exploring my body. His phone rang and he talked for a while. He suddenly asked me if some of his friends could come over and hangout with us. I saw no real reason to say no, because this guy seemed so charming…We continued to make it out, until Paul started to undress me, revealing my. They feel so heavy inside me, making me drip with wetness. My panties are already soaked, but you won’t mind. You love when I have soaked panties. My skirt rides up my thighs, high enough to see my panties, if I sit just right. You’d never let me leave the house in this skirt, but you love it on me. The top I’m wearing is no better. I’m spilling out on top. I opted on no bra, because it looks better without one. My stockings are up to my knees, my feet adorned with heels. I know you’ll remove. I invite him through to the kitchen and offer him a coffee. As the kettle boils, I need to break the silence. “Dave, what brings you here today? Paul is at work”“Well, I thought I’d better explain as I know you’ve caught me out. You know my dirty secret”, he replies, red faced and head hanging shamefully.I pull myself up and sit on the kitchen stool, opening my legs teasingly. “What secret is that Dave? That you take my panties and wank in them and then bring them back for me to wash while you. She had started losing weight and exercising in an attempt to save her marriage, to look better for her cheating husband. I thought she looked good before then, and that some of the weight loss was from stress, because she did look unhappy and haggard for a while. But she was down two dress sizes and feeling better. She had inspired me to lose a few inches off my waistline and it was good to see the spare tire almost gone. I maneuvered her in front of the mirror on her dresser and turned her to.