This went on for months. I’d buy a pair every few weeks, add them to her drawer and find them in her hamper worn. I was loving it. I don’t know ho... she didn’t recognise all this new underwear. Their must of been 8 pairs. for some reason this just wasn’t enough for me... I wanted more.. I wanted her to wear lingerie. The sexy kind a woman would wear to get fucked in. I was so turned on I wasn’t thinking straight and my hormones got the better of me. I was thinking back to her wearing my. This continued for several minutes with Max’s fingers occasionally penetrating Rachel. Each time Rachel let out moan and held onto Sandy for support.Sandy was ready for an orgasm and suggested they re-position again. She wanted doggy-style so she got down on all fours and directed Rachel to lay spread out in front of her. Max didn’t need any direction; he and his penis knew exactly where to go and what to do. Sandy loved this position and the moans that ricocheted around the room, as Max. Again it was several weeks before we could make time to ourselves. I ask how the new thing was going, did she get off being played with, she just smiled took my hand led me to the bedroom. As we lay back she began to talk of her adventures, she said I hope you won't be mad. Laying out a giant wad of cash between us on the bed. She said that she had become the best waitress all the guys were waiting to stroke her thighs trying to play in her pants. I slide down to feast at her Y while she. All he had on his mind was the first drink of the day and he was in a mad rush to get his legs in working order to make the short trek to the pub and get the show on the road. It was always that first drink that was the best and every pore in his dangerously overweight body was screaming in his brain to get a move on and tie the bloody shoes.The cursed police handlers were all around him and he had reached a stage in the whole affair where they were invisible to him because they made him feel.