I don't want to walk back without knickers." Grunting his agreement he slowly worked them down her legs and stepped her out of them, pausing to send ...is tongue to visit with her most private of places. Satisfied when she shuddered, he stood and casually threw her panties out a hole in the crumbling structure into the nothingness. Dumbfounded she stared at him in outrage- momentarily, until he spun her around and forced her against the wall thrusting deeply inside her and squeezing her pert. Flashes filled his mind immediately, flashes of dreams, flashes of disappointed mornings, and he gaped at her. It was the same girl he’d been dreaming about. He’d know her anywhere. She was wearing a top that made her clear robin’s egg blue eyes stand out even more. Her figure was full, like a woman who’d just gotten her hips and breasts in, and was no longer a gawky teenager. Her blond hair was long, and hung to the middle of her back, falling in soft waves that the ocean air had created. Her. This usually occurred during her frequent absences undertaking work related travel or when she went to visit her relatives who lived interstate.He would also take his stash of female paraphernalia with him when he travelled alone. The cycle of throwing out his wardrobe and vowing never to dress again and then succumbing to the quickening and acquiring a new wardrobe went on over the years. But he never strayed from the marriage bed.Then in his late thirties an amazing thing happened! It was. I was no school girl in that department and the crisp starched white blouse pulled across the buttons letting the lace cups show through the fabric as well as the gaps between the buttons. I wore a red and black plaid skirt with a matching vest that she wanted me to left unbuttoned, “You have such a cute figure I want it to show,” she said as she fussed with the white collar of the blouse.“You need to take those pink panties off,” she instructed as she held up the black garter belt, “we always.