One of the things that I really enjoyed was knowing whose panties I had wrapped around my cock or was caressing my balls with as I stroked myself off ...nto orgasmic delight. After I got married my fetish kind of took a back seat to real sex and the fact that my wife loved lingerie almost as much as I did and we used lingerie a lot in our sex life. She even has a bit of a clue as to just how much I do love it but she doesn’t know the full extent of it or about my bi sexuality that I managed to. As our communication evolved he was no longer a stranger but someone I earnestly wanted to invite into my life and if any man was to spank me I wanted him to be the one. Then one day I decided I could wait no longer – it was now or never – and so here I sit, stomach churning, batting out short texts tracking him down the motorway. Oh my God, I’d done it; I’d invited him to my home. What was I thinking! What do I wear? What do I say? Will he like me? Will I like him? No going back! Then I hear. He quickly glanced away and looked at Nakibo. The big man had his back turned to him. Relieved that he hadn't been caught, Peter carefully reached down and picked up his mother's sweater. Carefully, and with one last peek, he covered his mother's chest with it. Nakibo announced that the bus was nearing the village. Peter nudged Zoe several times and she woke up. It took her a moment to register where she was. She looked around and wiped the sweat off her face with the sweater. Slowly, the bus. Reaching for the pencil, she remembered his instructions, and not wanting to risk losing another button, she made it roll across under the next bench. “Shit” she said, loud enough for those nearby to hear, ostensibly making it look like she was irritated. Squeezing through the stool, she could feel her shirt hanging down as she crawled, and as she went from one bench to the others, the few students with a good eyeline, were able to see right down her shirt, catching a glimpse of her bare, pear.