It was over an hour before I returned to the dinette.I started in Stephanie's room. I looked through all her draws and made anote of all the clothes ...he had. To me, the shirts and the pants werejust as important as the dresses and the lingerie. I was looking to seewhat her personal style was. Not just what she showed the world, butalso what she wore underneath and what she wore when she was all aloneand no one was looking. I then looked through her other drawers to seeeverything she had. I try to calm Penelope down when one of them takes control because I know there is probably a very good reason for it.I will give you last night as an example. There I was being plain old simple Penelope with my female co-workers. We were having some fun at the delightful little corner pub decorated with adorable four-leaf clovers.It is a certainty that I was only on my second pint when the proximity of the female flesh around me triggered Macho Penny to come to the fore. I could feel him. Just as Megan’s fingers neared my wife’s vagina shepushed her hands past to the sides of her hipscaressing her pelvis softly. “I think we will take this to the floor dear stand upnow,” commanded Megan in a voice of authority. “Andywill you please fetch my bag for me?”As she was helping my trembling wife to her feet bytaking hold of both hands I made my way to fetch thebag that I had put near her coat earlier that evening.By the time I came back with the bag. I ... I don’t know,” she repeated again as hot sensations started to shoot through her body. I toyed with her clit for a couple of minutes as she started to pant raggedly. I noticed that she instinctively drew her legs up to give me easier access to her throbbing little honeypot.“Does she have the tightest, most perfect cunt that I’ve ever sank the full length of my cock into?” I released her clit and quickly slid my middle finger between her moist pink labia. She was hot and wet as I stirred.