They smelled wonderful but not as strong as the red g-string. I found the Aldos she bought yesterday. I fucked them hard while sniffing her red g stri...g. I was about to cum but held back. I wasn't finished looking around. In her bedroom closet were boxes of expensive designer shoes--Valentinos, Jimmy Choo, Louboutins. I fucked every pair and placed them in a neat row.Next up was to explore her most private area--her panty drawer. It was overflowing with silky thongs and g-strings. It was all. ’ It was hard not to let his mind wander, considering the turn his married life had taken the last couple of decades. Ted Carson married the first girl he ever dated, and the first girl he ever kissed. It just felt right, and things always seemed just the way things were supposed to be, and, since he had no other frame of reference to compare, he was satisfied. Now he was at the point many men fear, the dreaded middle ages. This is where it’s obligatory to look back over one’s life and compare. Cheryl had bigger hair and was blonder, though probably bleached blonde I thought. It was really easy to strike up conversation and very relaxed, Australian-style. Cheryl told me that she lived by the beach and described how she loved to lounge on the sand, which was just up my street because there is nothing I am fonder of. (Almost). A number of other people hung around, some couples some singles, occasionally wandering off to adjoining rooms.The Jacuzzi beckoned but the ladies both preferred. Now I was standing there with my pulsating dick in front of three hot women who were laughing and looking at me in intervals. Then it was their turn to shop. Still giggling, they moved up to the counter and ordered something while peeking over their shoulder at me every now and then. They really did not care about being discreet when looking at my swollen throbbing cock that I had nowhere to hide. They then moved aside so I could purchase my water and I moved as close to the counter as I could.