I overheard them talking and I'm afraid my face was turning redwith embarrassment."What about underwear?" Well he only has what he's wearing the rest ...s lost. I think weshould do it from the skin out." You don't mind a strange man wearing your intimate things?" It isn't my favorite idea...he'll just have to learn to wash thingsout by hand. And besides I think we need to make everything asfeminine as we can. Perhaps men's underwear under women's clotheswouldn't work. Panty lines are panty. I took my Chevy pickup and put an old tire between it and the back of the bus, locked the steering wheel of the bus into place and began to push that old bus into the side of the hill, into the gash that I had dug. I pushed it all the way to the place where it bumped up against mother earth.I used a cutting torch and cut 4- 6 inch holes in the top of the bus a few feet apart. I welded 6 inch steel pipe to each hole and it stood up like a smokestack out of each hole. They stood 18 feet at front. But Hank knew it was the opposite. He'd find it erotic and exciting. It would be the living out of a fantasy he never really thought was actually achievable.Watching Ron eat Donna would be a turn on and seeing his best buddy bed his wife would fulfil a long time fantasy of sharing Donna with Ron. Plus Ron wouldn't make it difficult in the years to come. This scenario seemed the best. Not too many downsides, relatively easy to organize, and very erotic.Tuesday evening came and Donna looked at. I then set my mind to fuck her in any way possible and started to think about ways.She always liked me very much and used to very close.So that day she had to sleep in my room beside me and I was very much excited.She normally used to sleep beside me whenever she visit us but this night was different.So we chatted a bit till 11pm and she fell asleep by 12am. I was still awake and was staring at her boobs which were moving according to her breathe. I couldn’t control and slowly placed my hand on.