Once I had tried on each of the dozen or so different sets, I settled on three of types. Greg proved very useful, by helping me find each of the types...in every one of the offered colors! To top things off he also produced strapless color matched bra's, to match each of the sets. By the end of our little spree, I had about three dozen new brassieres, half as many garter belts and two pairs of stockings for each set. I couldn't even begin to comprehend how long it would take before I wore each of. " It's seven thirty," Greg moaned. "Can't this wait?"Fiona's eyes narrowed with a frustrated glare; her lustful intentions were being thwarted and she licked her lips with a pleading expression. "I didn't get any last night. And..." You can have some when I'm awake," Greg snapped. "You can't even go for a slash without getting desperate." Fiona rubbed her hand over her partner as she snuggled alongside him. Her soft bosom, rubbed against his wrist as she wriggled in the bed and she whispered in. “I have also wanted to have you… your ass”, I too got the courage to spill my beans as well, “but always thought that you were straight with a wife and the k**s”. I kept saying things that were not necessary to say. “Come on, let us go in the back to my office and lock that door as well for the extra protection and also pull down all the blinds also”, He said. Next, we were kissing again, after he had made sure that we were secure in there. He quickly removed all the files and folders from his. I motioned for the crowd to settle down, and it slowly calmed down.“Thank you, thank you. Now, before I get started, I have something to say first, and it’s about this amazing woman who is standing here beside me. They say that behind every great man stands a great woman, but I am here to tell you that Marilyn Buckman has never stood behind me! No, Marilyn Buckman has always stood beside me, facing every challenge with me. F or better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in.