I’m now twenty-eight years old and married. My wife has no clue about this fetish. Like when I was a boy, I'd wait for my wife to go out and then I ...ry on her panties. I really would get off on this. I loved to feel the material on my skin. I've never told her about this fetish. I’m really not sure what she’d think. I actually ordered clothes from a transvestite website. I now have my own pretty bras and panties. I even bought some dresses and make-up. I love to wear thigh high stockings or. While doing this I was moving her head in a half turn motion. Then she would loosen the grip she had on my cock with her lips as she went down and on the way back up she would tighten. After about 2 minutes of not stopping or slowing down I felt that cum starting to heat up. I also knew I was about to unleash the wad by the sounds of "mmmmmmm" she kept making from where she was getting tastes of pre cum. Just as soon as I felt that I was gonna pop, I pulled my cock out and gave it a few solid. "Otherrrr!" she finally managed to say.I was glad to oblige.Chapter 2Breasts"You like to hurt me," It wasn't a question.Helen stood in the bathroom observing her breasts on the mirror. The marks my fingers left on them, when they dug into her meat, radiated out from her areolas; dark pink sausages on her white skin. In the center of the pink areolas, the tortured nipples stood out in fiery red spotted, here and there, with dark spots where the steel jaws of the pliers had broken the skin.From. This group wants to concentrate on Jerusalem Bethlehem and Jaffa, so I won’t be able to stop in to see how everything is going, but I will call when I can.”“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine; I want to take it slow and easy with her. I don’t want to spook her.”Dinner was a quiet affair, with Peter and David doing most of the talking. The meal was a delicious yet simple vegetable stew, served with a large plate of flat breads and butter, and fruit jams. After dinner Peter insisted on clearing the table.