Former girlfriends who all said they were trying tobrighten up my otherwise gloomy disposition had given them to me. I hadnever liked any kind of jewe...ry so they sat in my underwear drawer outof sight. I went into my bedroom to get one out.I had to go through five of the six chains before I found one that wouldfit through the hoop of the binoculars. It was almost like it had beenmade to fit only that particular chain. I placed the others back in thedrawer. At least now, I had something to keep. Short. Tight on the hips. With a short-like fabric underneath to shield the panties. She had several colors but the best one was an aquamarine shade of blue. For a top, she wore the tight-fitting white dry fit shirt. A sports bra was always present as she was, after all, a prude and would not want others to think otherwise, lest realize that for several brief moments already her pussy had close encounters with a cock not that of her husband's.As she was about to leave my wife requests me to go. Now I don't know what, if anything, the boys said when there were just the other guys around. We girls were expected to share every detail about our most intimate lives, and we didn't. I know from personal experience that every girl who probed got the usual answer. We'd sucked a guy off, or maybe just a hand job. Every girl either did it, or was accepting of it. If you admitted to any sexual activity, going topless, or at least opening your blouse, was acceptable. There was a line, and every. I know, but it still amazes me! He wrapped his arms around her, and she gigged as he whispered playfully in her ear, Do you want another tour? No, She laughed as she pulled away from him, I just came to see you, remember? I know, I know, He groaned as he led her into the house and upstairs to his room. Come here, He told her as he walked across his room and pulled out a blue box, I got something for you. Really? She asked curiously, You shouldnt have gotten me any- Her eyes bulged as he lifted.