Vikki was slim and as she walked down the path in her flowing summer dress the sun caught it making it pretty transparent and I could clearly see the ...utline of her small panties which I thought would do no good for my arousal problems. Her shoulder length dark hair flowed in the slight breeze and her big dark eyes widened as she saw me on the lounger, her tits were larger than her body type but were firmly enclosed in the tightness of the top of her dress however as she got closer it became. Water trickles down your chest and across your breast. It then drips along your stomach and between your legs. You close your eyes and sigh. You grab your sponge and lather it up. You slide it over your shoulders and across your neck. Instantly you fantasize about the email. You turn the sponge into his hands. You imagine him standing behind you, pressing up against you. You can feel his arms wrap around your body, as he kisses your neck. You can feel. .. the feeling washed over me like a tidal wave... a total adrenalin rush at the thought. I was going to steal a pair of Mrs. Johnson's panties. The panties of a totally feminine woman; of a housewife, a mother, of a woman who (I was sure) lay on her back many times in the marital bed and performed her wifely duties for her husband.I waited by the window, watching their driveway, until I saw the Johnson's car pull out onto the highway. The excitement was unbearable. I left my house and ran over. ‘You have a date?’ ‘Ah…well, sort of,’ Tommy said. He was positive Tina would be gone by the time he got out of the kitchen. ‘Thanks for the strudel, Mrs. D. It was outstanding.’ He pushed through the swinging doors into the dining room and got a pleasant surprise. Tina was still there, just taking off her apron. ‘Good job tonight, kids,’ Mr. Driesbach said as Tommy and Tina walked out the front door. ‘The two of you worked very hard. I wouldn’t be surprised if there wasn’t something extra in.