Sheer white panties allowed him to see the darker shadow of their dark brown pubic hair. He'd give anything to lick and finger his mother's and/or sis...er's pussies through their panties. He'd give anything to remove their panties to see their naked cunts.While comfortable in the privacy of their own home, he loved it when his mother and/or his sister wore their bright white, sheer, bikini panties under a short skirt and didn't pay attention to how they were sitting. He enjoyed sitting across. “Did I get you up?” she giggled as she handed me her electronic gadget for me to sign. “Yes, I’m sorry,” I muttered as I tried to focus myself on using the stylus to scrawl my signature. “Oh don’t be,” she replied, as she handed me the parcel, “It looks like you might have something for me too”. In my haste to get down the stairs my dressing gown had come undone. This would have been embarrassing enough, but I’m prone to a particular problem that affects men in the morning. For no apparent. How quickly things can change.It all started when my best friend and I were discussing the sad state of my marriage. The wife and I got along fine, but the passion was gone. We only occasionally had sex and when we did it was like both of us were doing it because we each felt that it was our duty to each other. Anyway, I was telling John my troubles and he suggested that what I needed to do was put some spark back in my marriage. I asked him how and he suggested 'role playing' and said that is. ..”Julie stopped as she saw Helen slip out of the crowd and step onto an outdoor balcony.“Why, there’s the nasty ol’ cunt now; excuse me, ladies.” She finished her glass, stood up, and grabbed another from a passing waiter before making her way to the balcony.Contessa Helena de San Finzione stood by the railing, watching the full moon over one of the castle’s gardens and smoking a cigarette. Two metal chairs stood next to a patio table near her; one of which had been pulled away as if Helena.