My wife Mandy would often drink Southern Comfort (aka 'Liquid Panty Remover' with lemonade - just four or five glasses would often get her sufficiently loose-tongued enough to ask me and our gentlemen guests 'Well, who's going first?' A twist to the tale came one day when my best man and I were kneeling between her stocking-clad thighs, fondly gazing at her perfumed pussy through her transparent panties, as she laid back on the sofa and she held out her empty glass to us, indicating she wanted a refill..... Instead of filling the glass, my best man said 'Let's just try this', and inserted t… Read more
Knicker nicking.............
Just imagine, one evening, under the cover of darkness, you enter our garden. You scout around the outside of the property, and find the washing line illuminated by light thrown from a window. Your heart rises into your mouth as you gaze at the mind-boggling selection of delectable lingerie, almost dry now, hanging on the rotary line. 'Which item shall I steal?', - that is the question - so many colours and materials - a pantywanker's wonderland! Moving towards the bungalow, you peep through each of the windows of our bungalow (the curtains are NEVER drawn), until you behold a sigh… Read more