Washington was getting ready to travel north to join her husband for another long winter on the Hudson. Later the British came to visit while she was ...way. It's a fine, big house, even if a bit run down, and was built right on the river as were many of the large plantation homes in Virginia. We enjoyed a good meal, and most of Foster's company, but not the Frenchman, declined the offer of slave girls to warm their beds. Mine was a young mulatto who was mighty frisky and admired my prick. Her fingernails dug into my nipples. She bit my tongue hard and the heat from our genitals pressing together made my cock hard again.Turning around on top of me her face now doing a dance between my legs, I put my mouth on her tight pink anus. Finally I'm soaked in sweat and cunt juice as my balls explode past her pretty lips. We fall asleep on the wet bedspread.When I woke- up I wasn't with mommie I was back with this fuckin' asshole! I can't stand to look at the cocksucker after what he did. They were all various colors so there was no clue as to what her favorite color might be. And all were cut differently so no help as to a favorite style. The one thing I learned in buying my first wife the sexy underwear was that she had to wear it, but I had to enjoy looking at it. The trick was to find the happy medium.Now the panties had to be figured out. I opened her panty drawer and began to rummage around. Yes, I did take the time to sniff and smell many of them. I saw her wear thongs. " Wendy blushed just a little, and then added, "It's not easy for somebody like Shirley to give up control to a guy. She trusted you, and now she is having doubts." What do you mean by 'somebody like Shirley?'" I asked."Shirley has always been a ball buster. You know that."I nodded. "Ah, the old Shirley. Yeah. I knew that." I don't think you knew her the way I did," Wendy added. "She hated men. I saw her in action a few times before the two of you started dating. She used to go to bars and pick.