“Yes, not bad.” He replied.Only their overhead lights remained on and they continued their conversation, both feeling comfortably boozy from their...Champagne and Manhattan cocktails.‘What does this husband, whose wife wears stockings for him, do for a living? Is he worth all this worshipful attention?”“He was in sales and now manages the company. I sometimes wonder if he is worth it but sometimes he rises to the occasion.” She giggled.“I’ll bet he does.” He said, looking down at her legs. ."Busted. No going back now. "Do you do this with Katie's lingerie too? Is it some sort of fetish?" Yes. Well I mean I don't know about a fetish, but... "We read about this in my Psychology class. Does Katie know?" She doesn't and I hope we can keep it that way. She would flip out. Heck she doesn't even like wearing the stuff to begin with. "I guess so. Last time we were out shopping she was complaining how much you beg her to wear anything satin for you. Poor guy. I actually love wearing it.. I sat next to him on the couch and he started to kiss me. I felt his hands go up and take off my bra. He started to rub and squeeze my nipples. Next his hand went down and he grabbed my ass. He layer me back in the couch and slid off my panties. He smiled and said yum just the way i like I young and with a little bit of hair. At the time I didn't shave my pussy because I have never really been able to grow alot. He kneeled on the floor and pulled my legs apart he started to lick my pussy slow. I felt his manhood hard, thrusting at me as it brushed against my crotch. We remained in the hug for a few moments before we heard my husband stepping inside the house. I was sure that Ram was as disappointed as I was. Both of us rushed out of the room. While I ran into the kitchen, Ram walked towards the sitting room. I was excited about the start we made and knew that things would work easier soon. Ram soon got into his new clothes and went out with the bag stuffed with firecrackers. He.