He recalls pleasant times in his life and remembers times when he felt the sting of emotions that were too strong to forget. ... and then there were s...me things a man does not want to remember... Although The Gift Shoppe was not open on Sundays, it still seemed to Timothy that he spent every day, all day, from sunup to sundown, closed up inside. For a man accustomed to being outside in the wind, rain, snow, and sunshine, he disliked the closed feeling inside the store. Every morning, when he. So this one particular weekend night I snuck in our master bedroom about 3am when i knew she was in deep sleep. In order too get to our walk-in closet you had to go through the master bath so I went in closet grabbed the pantyhose she wore to work that Saturday morning(half day at the bank) - off black No Nonsense with the control top. She wasn't a pantyhose connoisseur per say so this is the brand she mostly bought because you could get them at any WalMart or Kroger and they're very cheap. I. Oaky, I got wet; that should be all I need to get the door open. Can'tkeep my bitch waiting, especially in that new suit I got her, two post-it-sized pieces for the bra and a bottom that's barely a g-string, that'sentertainment. And if she doesn't like it - too bad; she's my wife, andshe'll do what I tell her _or else_.It's funny; I didn't think the shower knobs were so high up on the wall.And why the hell do I feel so dizzy? I - shit! My arms, what's happening? Where's all my muscle? They. The delight of the search was exhilarating. There it is! I had found the verge of Femininity, Femininity incarnate in this lush, magnificent and flawless body of Sandy. Three things happened at once: The shock of first contact shot electricity through my hand, Sandy stiffened in rapture and her hand moved and closed on my rigid penis, striving to free itself from its earthly bonds. For a brief instant we were both frozen in time. Any casual passer would have just seen two ordinary people.