When I started putting these stories down all the events were clear in my head. My relationship over a couple of years with Paul, Clare’s involvement with us and how the events of those couple of years has impacted on my sexuality for my entire adult life. I wouldn’t change a thing.
I had been seeing Clare now for a couple of weeks. I’d been to hers, she to mine.
We’d slept together a couple of times and she loved the fact I had so many panties that she insisted we shared.
We managed finally to get a weekend alone at hers, her parents away for the weekend. I agreed I would stay over for a couple of nights. In my head now an opportunity to come clean about my pee fetish.
I arrived at hers on the Friday evening with my bag and an array of panties. I was becoming quite prolific with my panty purchasing with Clares help. I owned outfits that I would wear under clothes when we went out, we’d fucked in fields on a train our sex was amazing.