"I like girls' underwear better." It's nice being able to talk openly like this to my mom. It was uncomfortable at first but I have gotten used to it ...y now. But the next words she said were extremely uncomfortable."Alright then go pick out some panties and call me when you're done, sissy girl." I do not have to explain to you why I freaked out and why my head was a whirl wind of oh my God! Some people may not freak out about this but to me to word sissy has to do with more of the sexual side. She offered me a drink and I accepted. a nice cold beer was just the ticket. Susan asked me what I was doing there."Susan I'll get straight to the point, is Doug fucking my wife" Jesus you don't mess around Roger" Yeah well it's all around town"Susan started crying. She explained that she had left Doug and was now living back here. The divorce was only a matter of time. Susan explained that they were forced into marriage and both of them resented the other. Doug began fucking around with other. We began to kiss, my tongue parting his lips and his entwining with mine. I felt his hands move down to grab my ass, pulling me against him. He wasted no time in bending down and pulling my soaking thong to the side, the tip of his tounge slide up my slit, the circling round my throbbing clit, teasing me. I bit my lip and I watched him circle his tounge round my wet hole, knowing he was enjoying lapping up all my juices. I pulled my top and bra down a little, letting my boobs pop out, I grabbed. She went quite far away and meeting her was quite impossible. I wish to go to her place but time never permits. Almost after six months, she came back to meet me. So much of excitement and she was very much in a belief that I would have booked a room to have a great sex. But I never booked one. Surprisingly she never lost hope on me and was still dreaming of it.Finally, we met for the day, roamed places, had a great lunch at the best hotel in the city. Half a day was already over and I dint.