I found the cheap pantie racks, identified some pink panties with little bows and hearts on, found my size, popped them into my basket and made my way...to the queue at the checkout. As always the queue was long but it was not obvious what I was buying. Only when I got to the sales assistant – male, early 20’s – did my cheeks redden and I begin to feel the sweat running down my spine.I paid, took the bag with my panties in, hurriedly left Primark and made my way quickly back to the café. Upstairs. Then slowly I started touching near her cunt area. She was all relaxed. While massaging I touched her panty ‘s string and then slid it towards her cunt . It made her gasp with pleasure. I pressed her cunt from above her panty. She bit her lips . I adjusted her panty and slides my fingers between her pussy lips . Which resulted into a big long sexy moanBhabi: ooooo ooohhh hhhh hhh hhhhaThen I took hold of her panty and started undoing it I pushed it down to her legs ,and uncovered a hidden. "I know of another way you can repay me," he said, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "What... what are you talking about?" I asked curiously, and he could sense that note in my voice, for he smiled rakishly. "Can't you guess?" he asked, and I looked down, noticing that now there was a distinct bulge in the front of his pants. "Surely..?" I trailed off, and he nodded. "I know you were alone.. hence why I came in this shitty excuse for a diner." His hands pushed on my shoulders, and I could only. My wife came out to chat too so it was all above board and I finished off the last car.Then my wife went inside to get her Christmas card and Mrs P said she's horny as hell and needs satisfying this Christmas. I told her my cock was aching to fuck her but I was struggling to ger away for any time. The wife reappeared and we chatted some more mainly about Christmas and preparation etc.Then Mrs P explained she was making mince pies for a charity sale but felt embarrassed to say she didn't have.