After we enjoyed the afterglow for a couple of minutes, I asked, “I hope you don’t mind if I soiled your panties.”
“My wife’s panties. Mom xxx I stood up and faced him, and he spread his legs – then started to open his pants. I put my pants and shirt over it all and returned. I leaned down and kissed him, slowly at first then harder. He came back and offered, “There are a couple of open drawers, why don’t you see if anything in there catches your fancy, and put something on for me? When I got home, I saw the package and couldn’t wait to try it out. I reached down and lowered mine. “Do you ever dress up?” he asked. I slid my hand under his t-shirt; I could feel the elastic from his underwear.
