"If that's true then it would mean I like wearing these things and Idon't," Chad said."Not knowing your history and giving you the benefit of the doub... I'llagree with that statement, but it doesn't change the fact thatsomething about those panties is turning you on. Right," Carol saidand added, "For now let's assume it's just the mystery of them." I guess so," Chad said."And the other nice thing is it doesn't matter why, just that it does,"Carol said."So I'll ask again, why is that important?". I decided I needed a drink. I went and sat at the bar after pouring myself a tall one. I was sipping on it as I saw John walking toward me. I felt my pussy start to twitch. He was dressed in a lovely 3 piece tan suit with cowboy boots which only made him taller than he already was. I smiled to him as I took his hand as I led him into my office closing and locking the door behind us.When I turned around he wrapped me in his arms as he kissed me deeply on my lips. I sort of just melted in his. She was a Harrods hamper of a woman, packed with unseen goodies and unspoken promise. Her long curly dark hair cascaded down her brown shoulders and her back, while her bright blue swimming costume was under pressure. When she laughed, which she did often, she exposed a gap where she had lost a tooth just right of centre – not one of the front ones but close. It gave her a piratical look, as if she were about to swing across the way on a rope and hurl herself into the sea. She was a jolly,. She let out a pleased little sigh, the sensation was familiar to her but no less pleasant for the experience. For Belind though it was a different story, the humiliation, the shame and the act were all new to him. He had expected it to be worse than it was as he kissed it, though he wasn’t sure why. She was clean and smooth, feminine and beautiful despite her appendage. He guessed perhaps he would’ve felt something change, something snap in him as if he was broken, but the truth of the matter.