Chapter 369 The Blue Panties & Pussy:>Ep7

• No fucking way! I wasn't going to sit there in the glade and jack-off while Sheila watched me, and I sure as hell wasn't going to wear a pair of women's panties. This was just way too perverted. I quickly decided I would send the panties back to her with a note telling her that it had to be like we always do it. I took the panties home that evening, planning to write the rejection note to her perverted proposal.
• The rest of the day, I kept thinking about Sheila's proposal and while I wasn't about to do it, the more I thought about it, the kinkier it seemed. I had a business dinner that night, so, by the time I got home, I had consumed a good bit of alcohol. I pulled out the panties and sat down at a desk to write an appropriate "not no, but hell no," note to Sheila. As I sat there staring at the panties and searching for the right phrasing for the note, the nastiest thought occurred to me, "I wonder how they would feel on my ass and on my inflated cock?" I picked them up and rubbed them against my skin. Very soft and slick.
• "Yup, they would feel damn good," the perverse side of my brain thought.