A good friend of ours, a black guy named King, had been grousing to me at work that he hadn't had any sex in weeks because his wife was very pregnant...and just not receptive. One night I mentioned this to my wife and decided to try subtly guilt tripping her just to see how she would react. Nothing had worked before, so I figured I didn't have anything to loose. I was a little blunter about my request this time. I told her who it was (a friend of ours), how hard up the poor guy was and how much. ’ ‘Are there any injured people inside?’ the operator asked. ‘I have no idea, I don’t want to walk into a house with the door kicked in. Do you want me to go look around?’ ‘No stay where you are, I have the sheriff’s deputies on the way. Stay on the line please.’ ‘Not a problem, I’ll be in the front yard so tell them not to ride in with guns blazing.’ ‘We don’t do that kind of thing, and they do know yo u are the woman who called it in.’ ‘Good,’ I replied. It actually was a load off my mind. I. . Move over to another one. Close your eyes this time and see if you can tell the difference from that milker." HE ordered.Bobbie almost fell over his trousers, which were bunched up at his ankles but finally managed to shuffle over and present his now shriveled pud to Dora, a 24 year old former secretary, turned milker.Dora had a little trouble capturing the shriveled slimy little thing in her mouth but finally she got a lip lock on it. As Bobbie had just cum, it took Dora longer, but she. .." So I head back to the rack of ruffled somethings. Panties. Kind of. rhumba panties, maybe? I'm not sure what to call them. They're black. And they run from the crotch-hugging leg hole up to well above my belly button. And the ruffles run from the leg hole to a point about 6 inches below my belly button. The area from the waistband to where the ruffles eventually begin is a very sheer satin like material. The ruffles and pleats make the bottom half of these (bloomers.