"Let's go." I strode off a lot more confidently than I felt.Then, as we crossed the parking lot, I realized that the thing I was most ashamed of was m... tacky, very plain, somewhat baggy, utilitarian cotton panties.I almost wished I'd taken them off, too.Almost.Inside, the mall was, as usual, thronging with shoppers, mostly women and mall-rat kids, with some elderly couples and men who particularly gave me the eye.I tried to ignore their gazes, walking proudly, my titties jiggling as we headed,. In spite of the earlier blow job and the dinner break complete with drinks, Michael was just as hard as before and hadn’t even begun to slow down, but now he’d become less frenzied and more methodical, taking his time fucking me and putting me into a shag-trance. I became his personal whore for the moment and he could do with me whatever he desired.He turned me over to ride me from behind shoving his fat cock back inside my sopping slit. He ground down with each thrust of his hips, grabbing my. She didn’t like that. I told her that it would get back to you and that would finish you as a couple. She said she would have left you by then. I affected amazement. I told her she was throwing over a dead cert. for a very dodgy relationship.”She took a sip of water from her bottle before continuing.“I asked her why she was throwing away her life with you and she came out with that crap about your relationship losing its spark. I told her that always happens, but she didn’t take it on board.“So. As confusing as it sounds, it sort of turns me on. On occasion I would admire the way they dress, check out their legs and sometimes try to imagine what they would look like in just a bra and panties. For about a year now I've dismissed these thoughts as just plain old not getting any sex and I'm horny as hell. What really confuses me is I have some of those images in my mind's eye when I finger myself into frenzy. I've even considered exploring these emotions further but I'd be scared shitless.