I looked forward to these trips as Clare and I were fond of each other, like cousins, and her parents were very kind.

They lived in a large house in rural Berkshire and Clare went to a private school, girls only, a few miles away. The reason I noticed was that I guess I never really did anything really well before, especially school, but I learned how to clean house really well. Stalking and sexually harassing women are actual crimes—crimes your loving husband has been so considerate as to implicate you in, crimes that could have a hugely negative impact on the lives of your children. Clare wasn’t actually my cousin, but her mother and my mother were at school together, and it was a convenient way to refer to her.It was beyond my imagination as to what Aunt Frances, or even Clare, would say if they found out what I’d been doing in Clare’s beautiful sexy knickers!

I could feel the hot cum rising and squirting into her wonderful knickers, and I almost passed out with its intensity. Sally’s school knickers were all of very soft cotton interlock, and they were all ‘Cherub’ knickers. I’ll bet a girl would never have worn them without painting her toenails though and I had a flash of what mine might look like painted. I already had a hard on as I undressed, and trembling all over I slowly put on a pair of those knickers, and that made it even stiffer! They seemed to feel ‘natural’ and I rather enjoyed the way they fit and felt on my feet although the thought did cross my mind that these shoes made my feet look ‘pretty’.So after a few minutes I started masturbating in some of her knickers again, and again I caught the cum in my own soft underpants.

Your husband is out of control—I'm sure I don't have to tell you that—and sooner or later he's going to get his asshole ass arrested.Before the transformation, he had been worried that that his senses would be dulled in cloth form, if they even translated properly at all.