There was something strange about the regular panties she wore underneath. There was a big stain in the middle. "Anything I should know about?" I aske.... "Smell it" she commanded. I obeyed. "Chocolate?"I peeled her panties down and it seemed we had had similar ideas. Her lips were covered in chocolate. "A treat for my favorite little twat licker" she informed me in her bossy voice. "Now clean me up." She had hidden the first two sticks from the KitKat bar in her slit, and they had melted. She. It looked like she might not be wearing panties. She glanced toward me and startled I quickly looked back down at my book.In about two or three minutes I looked back toward her and noticed that her legs were a little further apart and I realized she was definitely not wearing any panties. I could see enough of her crotch to see her pussy crevice and the bottom of what might be a landing strip style pubic trim job. Feeling guilty for being a peeping tom I put my face back into my book. However,. But, Pam eventually wanted to have another relationship and ended up marrying a guy and moving out of town. I didn’t expect to ever see her again and often missed the great sex, especially her amazing blow jobs and huge, natural tits. About 10 years later, I was at a popular new bar and there sat Pam. She had lost some weight and looked fantastic. She was again recently divorced and had moved back to town. I asked her to slow dance and her curvaceous body felt so good pressed against mine.. "I went to that fetish store on the corner of 7th & McKinley." Excellent what's you get?" Well, I used more money then was in his pockets, but I think it wasworth it." No problem, we'll make up for it. So what'd you get?" I thought that every woman should have her own corset, number one. Thenas I was looking, I realized he needed some stockings, so I got a fewpairs for him. We have panties covered, most defiantly. (Chuckles) So, Ibought him a strapless bra, with breast forms already in." But.