It was her fault that the boy virtually had no father, and also her fault that he was being raised in such femininity. "Hi Lynzi", she said as he wal...ed into the room. He replied the same, but with a worried look on his face. He knew right then, by the look on her face, that she had found the panties. "Lynzi, why do you keep taking Liz's panties?" Lynzi tried to look surprised at first, but realized it was useless to lie. "Well", he said, "I really like the way they feel." This was really. She knew about her husband's struggles but she didn't know whether to be sympathetic or disgusted. She hated porn. She saw it as a form of infidelity. It made her feel inadequate and insecure.She also know about her husband's intense fetish for nylons. Perhaps she knew a little TOO much. He was obsessed with nylons. He bought them for her. He brought her a pair to wear practically ever morning especially on work days. He washed them. He kept the ones with runs in them to jack off with,. I want my family to be a family."Now both you and I come from the '60's darling, and we know all about unusual family dynamics. So I thought that this arrangement might be a way–an unusual way, to be sure–but a way we could all come together and get what we want and need from each other. And be a damn family again!" Martha said."Well, I am all for that. But just so I am on the same page as you two, explain what it is exactly you are suggesting here. And remember you are talking to a man so use. So I couldn't help myself and I would just find pair of her laced panties. I would cum in them and clean it so it wasn't noticeable. Just to wonder if she would wear them. My cum all over her pussy throughout the entire day.. What a turn on! The next next I walked in and she was wearing a spaghetti strap once again no bra. The straps had fallen off her shoulders so there wasn't much but bare chest showing. I used one finger to expose a nipple. It was right in front of me.. I didn't know what.