She went on, "I know I took a big chance, and left our rules, in order to set this up, I hope you don't hate me for that, and I hope you still love me..." "Of course I still love you. But, why didn't you tell me this is what you really wanted", I said. "I knew I had a shot when we both agreed last year that, in a threesome, we both wanted a male third", she explained, "and you really seemed to enjoy submitting, and being, shall we say, humiliated. Well, that's what I want, too Rich. I want to be. Other men are attracted to the fabrics. Panties are made out of soft fabrics like silk and satin. These kinds of textiles aren't always available to men. Just feeling them reminds them of women. And still other men like to wear the panties. They'll try them on to feel their erection burst through the fabric. To achieve these heightened experiences some men will often steal or spend money to get the items they desire.Stealing the panties can be a kick in and of itself. Any sex act that involves. And he was stuck in a dead-end job he didn't really like. He still didn't come north.Then Mum and Dad died under the wheels of one of those huge trans-continental trucks and Greg came north. He got here as soon as he could and was a big help to me with all the endless phone calls and papers to collect and sign. Why does death have to be so complicated and so darned expensive?He asked if he could stay in the spare room – his old room – and of course I agreed but we were strangers in the same. I smiled and replied "You too" It was true he had a beautifulsmooth dick around 8 inches in length with a lovely upward curve. He was a20 something white guy with a smile as wide as his shoulders and hauntinglybeautiful grey eyes.I leaned in and kissed him. He was respective and we started to makeout. We were kissing and groping and I don't know who started it but westarted stripping each other's clothing from each other and we drew acrowd. I drew our naked bodies out to an open space as we.