After every the final show of every run there was a ‘last night party’, the bar stayed open and the drinks flowed. In one particular show there wa... an older gay man in one of the roles. He was in his early sixties I guess and rather portly with a large belly and double chin. He was good fun and I'd got to know him a little bit during the run, telling him often that he was barking up the wrong tree when he’d flirt with me.The night of the party he’d been at it again, telling me how good looking. Little did she know (or I), just how much I loved panties though.It was her white French knickers that first did it - I was away at University and one day when she came to visit I asked her to bring a pair of her knickers with her so that I had something to remember her by. To her credit she picked the pair that I had found the most attractive on her recently, a set of tight, white, lacy French knickers that she knew I adored - her offer to play with herself in them before hand was more than. I thought of removing her panty at once and fuck her without making any delay but I wanted to make her feel the best sex experience of her life. So I started rubbing her pussy over her panty. I lifted her half stand on her knee and hugged her. The position was such that my dick was positioned on her pussy.I started rubbing my dick over her pussy. She was going out of control. She started begging me to put my dick inside her pussy but I asked her wait. After sometime of rubbing and pushing her. First, how we developed them early on, then all the way to reacquiring them after CJ was born, then, to all the current iterations.He stopped us many times to relate how he’d been required to investigate different missions we’d been on. The CIA had been much more interested than I’d thought. Bill also made it clear that TJ and even Jim Gregory had consistently led them down the wrong path so they couldn’t figure out who we were.Bill had actually thought they needed to investigate TJ closer to.