But my fetish ebbed and flowed and became lost and found again.It wasn’t until I became an adult that it started up again. My sister was moving arou...d to another apartment and she was throwing away a bunch of her old thongs. Well, I couldn’t just let those go to waste so I volunteered to throw them away, and I swiped the whole lot. There were all sorts of colors and styles. It was a treasure trove of blues, pinks, reds, lace, cotton, strings and mesh. That lasted for some time, but then I had a. I was so surprised at what I heard that I couldn’t speak. Of course, looking back at my history I should not have been quite as shocked at what I heard. “Stop! Stop!Okay! Just stop tickling me. I didn’t think you’d do it, okay”, Janet said between fits of giggling. “Well, then you shouldn’t have made the bet if you weren’t prepared to own up. I did it, now you have to.” I started to wonder what exactly my son had done that Janet now had to do. “What if your dad catches us.” “He won’t be back. "Hi Daddy," I cheerfully greeted him, leaning forward planting my elbows on the edge of his desk, knowing full well that he would be enjoying the cleavage shot of my breasts directly in line with his eyes."Hi Dear….Listen, I have a rather strange," he paused dramatically, "request to make of you." Oh Daddy, you know I'll do anything you want me to, and nothing can be that strange you know," I replied, flashing my eyes at him with pouting lips. "What do you need?" Well, this is a rather delicate. It’s a good thing that there’s a bathroom on each floor plus the basement. I never figured out why this house was built like that, but now I can see a good reason for it.’ Uncle Dar chuckled and said, ‘Now you see why it’s nice to have even a small extra bathroom in a large house. My Grandfather did that when he built a house for himself and Grandmother years ago. He had three bedrooms and a full size bathroom and a small closet sized one with a toilet and sink. It’s really nice not to have to.