It was my duty, my honour and my pleasure to dress as sexy as Icould for my man. He had been out all day providing for me, it was onlyright that I sho...ld look pleasing to his eye when he returns.He liked me to wear pretty dresses or blouses and pencil-skirts aroundthe house when he was home. His favourite look was the 1950s style ofdress, pleated skirts, petticoat, real nylon stockings and 50s stylelingerie underneath."1950s knickers for my 1950s wife," he had told me."The golden era when MEN. Most guys would have dumped you right there.”“I know, right? I can’t believe how lucky I got with him. Thank God you talked me into going out with him.”After a thoughtful pause, Hailey spoke slowly into the phone.“Christie …. I love him. I want him to be my first time.”There was a long silence on the other end before Christie finally spoke. “Are you sure about this Hailey?”“Yes. We’ve been together for almost a year now, I’m ready.”Hailey was prepared for the party on Saturday. She. Little by little, I pushed into her. Lucy’s eyes widened as the shocking pink ‘cock’ penetrated her. I shifted up the bed, closer to her, being careful not to hurt her, but she spread her legs wider, one hand holding her cunt lips wide, one finger on her clit. Her breasts heaved as I pushed harder into her. “Oh fuck, that feels good!” It was difficult to do at first, fucking her like a guy and trying to keep the plug held in place, but with a little practice, we got into a rhythm. I was. I pulled out that. Off came 'Didi's black Bra'. As I touched that bra my cock twitched in anticipation. I lift her laying gown up and her blue Panties fell off. I picked up her panties. I had my Didi's Bra in one hand and her Panties in other hand.God! It was so exciting just to hold Didi's undergarments like that. Those were same bras, which were cupping didi's big breast. Those were same panties, which covering didi's most intimated part, her pussy. That thought drove me just crazy. I can't.