Before I went to first grade I spent time at home with my mother. We spent a lot of time over at her friend’s house, she had a daughter my age. While we were there I wore the girl’s panties. She made fun of my weenie. We were not old enough for sex but we sure had sexual feelings.
As we grew up and went to school she would loan me her panties, on the condition that she would help get them on me. I had a lot more for her to play with and she was old enough for me to fuck her. We were not good kids, not even close. By the time we got into the ninth grade we had oral sex, anal sex, straight vaginal sex, a lot of kissing and wearing panties. By then she had declared that we were getting married.
We went to college and had sex and I wore panties. When we got married I wore panties. When our first son was born I wore panties. She had a lot of woman between her legs and likes me to go down on her. She likes to hold my sword and suck on it. We have sex anyway it crosses her mind, a lot of doggy sex, and she likes anal. We are not poster material for a conservative couple. She knows which pair of panties I have on when we go to church on Sundays.
Maybe one day we will settle down, but for now we are on fire. We love sex, and we try everything. And she buys me panties.
