He warred with the desire to race out of his tent in a rage, to turn the camp and surrounding countryside upside down until he found his would be kill...r and spit the man on his sword. It was difficult to cool the righteous fire surging in his veins. But he counseled himself to calm. Anger wouldn’t solve this problem. A level head and sharp mind would. It took some moments, but finally his emotions settled, and clarity filled him. He would go where there was information, Rael decided. He would. That this was a major mistake was not to become obvious for several more years.It didn't take Bonnie long to learn everything that I had learned while I was out sowing my wild oats and she became what every man says he wants - a whore in the bedroom and a lady out in public. Our sex life was not the norm; even after ten years of marriage we were still having sex five and six times a week. My problem began when Bonnie decided to get a job. We didn't need the money, but with the kids in school. You can feel your blood rushing through every vein in your body. I guide my other hand down your belly and into your panty. Your pussy is dripping wet. I rub your pussy while playing with your breast with my other hand, and kissing and biting your earlobe. You are sweating profusely, but it is only adding to your beauty in the dingy glow. You have never been this horny in your life. All you want to do right now suck my hard cock.You slide away from my grip and get on your knees eagerly trying. As I continued to explore the feel of her panties, I became aware of just how rough my own underwear felt on my pecker."Aunt Florence, I wish my underwear felt like this. Do they make boy's underpants like your underpants, I mean your panties?" No Bobby, these are only for women and girls. Men and boys wear cotton underpants like you are wearing." But that doesn't seem fair Aunt Florence. Why can't we wear something that feels so nice? Boy, I wish I could wear something that feels as nice.