.. I was going to "Go Big or Go Home". We were spending the night that night at the MILs house and I had my one small piece of luggage. Instead of lea...ing my luggage in the basement area with the pull out couch I decided to move it into the laundry room. I then opened the outside pocket and put both pair of her panties in my luggage. I intentionally left them half way hanging out. My wife never went it that room, but if she did I was going to say i was pulling out our clothes, looking for. She described the day with some detail ... not quite the level I've given above, but from a different perspective. Basically, a series of masturbation sessions in dressing rooms and restroom stalls, broken up with some incidental stuff. She said she hadn't had much of a chance to talk to her mom yet, but she did "a fondle" on her uncle, as she put it, "though it was very fast and I didn't feel anything hardly." She described, briefly, what she did, but spent more detail on explaining the failed. She leaned forward to fill the screen, her hands pressing to increase the depth of her cleavage, her lips, parted and inviting. Her bright red lipstick and nails were all that defied the monochrome palette.His eyes followed those red spots as she leaned back and gave a tour of her body. He imagined kissing along that path: her cheek, neck, shoulder, breasts, chest, and belly. She raised her stockinged legs; the hint of her painted toes teased as her fingers traced her shapely calves and the. He stepped away and smiled at her, trying to comfort her fears and release her from her shyness. She could see the care in his eyes as he mouthed the words, ‘It’s okay.’ She stared into his eyes as she slowly lowered her hands and the bra that it contained. Her breasts felt the cold air, a contrast to the warmth building in her body. She looked to see him smiling as he again moved forward. His hands felt large as they covered her breasts, feeling her warmth shared with his palms. He could feel.