However I did get a truly wonderful and memorable present from my wife though. When she stripped off I found her pussy totally bare and a cute little ...attoo (or so it appeared), across her naked mound that said John's Private Love Palace. I found out later that the writing wasn't actually a tattoo but that one of the girls had done it that morning after she had waxed my lover's previously thick bush for me. My naughty little minx did promise me though that she would have it done permanently if. It started with panties, Some of my wife's, some of in-laws that have stayed with us from time to time.I finally got the nerve to buy some at a store. So exciting, looking at panties wondering how they will look on you. Took a while to find my correct size; I like them tight not no so tight I fall out of them. Some were so big they looked my something my grandma would wear. I now have collected a nice stash of panties: thongs, boy shorts, cheekies and bikinis.Next thing I got into wearing was. By profession he was a roofer and I had seen him in his working outfit; that is no shirt and pretty beat up jeans showing his tanned hard body. The day came for John to show up and I invited him in my apartment. It was well past the dinner time and I did not even bother to ask and just assumed that he must have taken dinner before showing up at my place. We just sat together for a while after I had shown him the apartment and the sofa; he was supposed to be spending night on and provided him. ‘Oh ma foie, Emilie, Cherie, c’est ca, Oh c’est ci bon’. ‘She is enjoying this as much as he is’, I thought to myself, as she smiled up at him and returned to bobbing her head up and down more urgently, engulfing more and more of his proud flesh as if to encourage him. I could tell that the couple were reaching a climax, and, sure enough, he gasped out a squeal, and let out a huge, panting breath. I slipped away, back to my room, and flung myself onto my bed. I did not weep or cry. Suddenly my.