I agreed as long as he bought me a worn and soiled pair of his wife Amy’s panties – he agreed and we arranged a day for him to come.Fiona and I we...e horny all day and after dinner Fiona went and changed into a very short skirt, stockings, quarter cup bra and low top. She also had lots of slutty make up on. She also told me she wasn’t wearing any panties.Phil arrived and we had a glass of wine and Fiona asked him what was his favourite video. He handed me a bag and in it was a silky black pair. We did some tourist things in Kansas City and St. Louis. The temperature and humidity were both too high, but when we got to our destination in southern Wisconsin that seemed to go away. We were real close to Lake Michigan—just a few minutes drive away—and I felt a knot ease inside me. Something inside me needed to be near a large body of water.The special moment came when I hooked up with the others. Irene simply drove up from Chicago, her daughter by her side. Jared and his dad arrived the. ? I said. ?If there isn’t much sweat there in the first place, then what harm can the nylon do.? The pretty girl looked slightly annoyed. ?You’re pretty sure about this, aren’t you?? she said. ?Well, yes.? I said, trying to look cool while feeling a bit nervous about her. ?Well, we do have an available sample right here, so maybe we should find out?? She said, looking first at me, then at her friend. She lifted her foot and held it in the air. ?What do you think? she asked me, ?can you smell. Peter wasted no time, he immediately moved the clippers to the top of Susan’s pubic mound and moving the clippers quickly and expertly shaved a swath across the top of her blonde hair. In another swipe, he’d removed nearly the remainder. It was a matter of trimming along Susan’s vulva and soon he was finished with this step. Susan could see the stubble on her pubic mound, where her short curls had once been. Peter, still carrying the clippers, returned them to the cupboard and once again took.