Evelyn is petite, just over five feet tall with thick blonde hair falling around her heart shaped face. A pert little nose, bright blue eyes, and a pl...yful smile gave her face a wonderful animation that made her popular with her many friends. Her tight body, athletic with firm breasts and a perfect ass, made her popular with the boys. I always counted my blessings that she'd married me."Hmmm…Thursday?" I smiled back, having a pretty good idea, but enjoying this small game."Heh!" Eve stuck the. Well, it’s an odd mix of shame and desire. I realize he thinks of me as exotic, something he longs to be, but neither of his wives, or my mother or sister, nor him got an ounce of. The LAST word I would use to describe my brother is ‘exotic.’ Let’s put it this way, if there was a television sports show called ‘Extreme Hair Styling: The Preppie Way ‘ my brother would be the winning contestant each week. My brother is the kind of man who irons his underwear and starches his undershirts. I am a. " And you’re sitting on a bench because you’ve no home to go to." Jeremy observed the two suitcases alongside her."Not exactly. I can go back but I don’t want to. Only waiting here till.... I’ll be okay. Need to wait until I can get access to my money again. Her bastard father chopped up my Building Society passbook and credit cards. Have got to wait until I can get them reinstated before I have any money." Despite her brave words tears started rolling down her cheeks."And friends from work. She got up, kissed me on the cheek and left the room.The next morning I slept in. I had trouble sleeping in her knickers as I kept getting hard. Especially when I thought about our conversation and how she wanted me to wear her knickers. I felt a little excited.I took a shower and when I left the bathroom to go back to my bedroom, my mum called out for me to come to her bedroom.I walked in and she was in her walk-in wardrobe out of sight. On the bed were 4 or 5 pairs of knickers, a handful of.