‘I won’t tell,’ she repeated, correctly reading the expression on his face. Then, ‘John?’ ‘What?’ he responded in a croak. ‘Would you ...iss me again?’ The bl**d drained from his face. Common sense warred with desire in his chest. ‘Why?’ he asked. She shrugged again. A typical c***d’s response when they were reluctant to reveal a truth. ‘It was nice,’ she said. ‘Nobody’s ever kissed me that way before.’ He felt weak and needed to sit down. ‘What way?’ he asked, pacing toward the other bed. ‘You. “What they hell are you doing?” I was caught! “Honey what are you doing home so early?” “Don’t you honey me. What the hell are you doing wearing those panties? Why is your dick so hard? And whose panties are those?” I didn’t know where to begin. How could I have been so stupid? “Look at how hard you are, and look how wet those panties are. I want some answers and I want them now!” “I was just horny and…” “So you were horny and you decide to try on some women’s underwear? Is that what turns you. Every time I changed trousers I admired my orange panties in the changing room mirrors and rubbed my captive cock through the shiny material. My wife (unaware of my underwear choice) had agreed on my choice of suit but had other errands to run and said she would go ahead and get what she needed, leaving me to make my final selection.Before she left she helpfully gained the attention of the young male sales assistant who had been busy restocking shelves in the department and asked if he could. Adam found his zipper down and his cock out before he even knew what hit him. He was slightly embarrassed by the audience until he remembered that everyone had watched him have sex not four hours earlier."Wanna suck him for a while?" Shelly asked, her small fist jacking Adam to full hardness."Doesn't look like he needs it," Sarah muttered from the driver's side."He doesn't," Shelly said, a lilt to her voice. "He gets one look at any of us naked and he is hard and ready. It's strictly for.