Fifth, a true panty boy does not limit the number of panties in his collection. Just because he has one pink panty does not mean he can’t own a doze... pink panties.Sixth and perhaps most telling if you are a panty boy, is that it took you longer to look at the pictures attached to this than it did to read it. That truly means you are a panty boy because not only did you look at style, color, and fabric, you looked for your favorite detail. These details include such things as a tiny little bow. I asked her later why her pussy lips where so pronounced? She said they are horny. I asked her what do they want? She said they would love a thick long black cock to stretch them. Well it's early I told her, go get them stretched. She said I'm not driving, I've had to many drinks. She told me to call and have a black cock delivered to her. I asked if had a preference? She said Marcus, his cock isn't the longest but it's the fastest one. I called Marcus and told him that my wife's pussy needs. She didn't say a word, she just resumed kissing me. I slid my hand out of her panties and carefully (hoping she wouldn't notice) unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped the fly. She lifted her butt a little off the grassy sand and I took the opportunity to slide her shorts and panties down to her ankles and off. She was now totally naked as I kissed her. Leo who was sucking on her left nipple began to work his way south. She reacted to each of his touches and kisses as he got to her pubic hair. He. With that I grabbed Lisa and jumped into the pool. Lisa surfaced close to me and grabbed my already hard cock under water. “Is that for me or Sally?” she asked slyly. I splashed at her. “She’s my daughter! And besides, there is so much flesh on show here I could probably whack myself to death! Of course you have been the cause of many boners this past two weeks,” I pointed out. “Why thank you Dave,” she said, smiling. Then, in a whisper, “I meant what I said earlier, I want you to fuck me more,.