Fuck, this fat aunt would rather go with her daughter! No, daughter, could, and stay, but my aunt would do well to go to another store. In the food, for example.

I stand next to the open doors of the lingerie store, hesitating to enter. Saleswomen of almost all such stores in our small town recognize my face. So this, seeing, smiled and greeted. But, the fat aunt looked after her as if I were looking, at least, in her wallet!

Aha There it is! It turns out that the fat woman is buying panties for her young daughter. I even wondered what she would offer now. Mother chose unpretentious, "soviet." The girl, confusedly looking at me, moves to the counter with fine lace underwear. While mothers and daughters are negotiating, three more women enter the store. One younger, 25 years old, the other two older. Moreover, if the "young man" immediately goes to examine the goods, the other two throw unkind glances at me. Oh, our, eastern mentality!

No, I'm not a pervert. Do not think that I love to watch as women buy their own holy-holies, underwear. I'm just waiting for one saleswoman to stay there, and finally choose panties for my favorite women. Natural modesty and tact do not allow me to enter there in the presence of clients.

My beloved at the moment, two. This is my wife and mistress. I always, personally, choose lingerie for my women. And not only underwear. I buy everything down to the sanitary pads, and replaceable razor blades! But buying panty is a pleasant process for me, and I would even say ritual. My tastes change, and with them, the looks of my partners in shorts are also changing. Sometimes I like thin thongs that pierce deep into the buttocks and the crease of the labia. Sometimes, beautiful, lacy, with cuts in the pubic area. Now, I am very fond of silk panties, from two triangles, small, in front, and more behind, fastened at the hips with thin bandages. Like a bikini. Only the color does not change. I can not stand colored panties, and I prefer only white and black colors. Sometimes beige.

But, then it must be lacy, otherwise they look "stale".

Ugh, finally, almost all the visitors are removed from the store. It remains only a young, 25-year-old. A delayed handful of bras, panties, and combi cutters is already lying on a toe of a saleswoman. But a girl. Like, I looked after myself something else. I can not stand it, and confidently heading to the window with thin lace linen. After a few minutes, mentally choosing what I need, I turn to the saleswoman ...

- These, a couple. Just pack in different packages.

- And the size? - she smiles at me.

I take in my hands beautiful, black with a tint, panties in hand, stretch the gum.

- These will go. Let it be the same size.

The butts of my wife, and Olga, my mistress, are approximately the same size. I am an artist, lady, and it is enough for me to touch the form once, so that my hands remember not only the volume, but also each line of the form. And I touch them on a regular basis, sometimes a lot every day, every ...

The only customer with interest looks in my direction. It is obvious to her why I take two copies, and she is looking at my “taste” with undisguised interest. I go to the string panties, and choose a pair of black and white colors.

Then I type those same ones, with triangles, and another, and another. The customer, taking in her hands the most beautiful, pale blue color panties with the finest lace, even “tries on” herself, putting her in the place where they will be put on. Here I am imperceptibly for her, under my brows, looking at the future mistress of blue linen. Undoubtedly, she is damn cute, even beautiful.

High, but also on the heels, with a thin waist and ass protruding back, pulled into white trousers.Peering closer, I find a thin ribbon of panties, translucent through the fabric of the pants on the hips. But I did not find the line of the bra. Girl's hair falls on the "topic" almost to the waist!

“I wonder if she shaves her vagina, or not?” - a crazy thought haunts me. The fact is that I do not like it when the woman's vagina is shaved. I was unpleasantly surprised when for the first time I undressed my mistress, Olga. She is only 16 years old, and before meeting with me she was a virgin. But one of her friends taught her that the shaved vagina, it is said, is hygienic! Hell no! I think that bald cunt is at least gone. She does not cause any emotions in me, while her hairy cunt awakens in me the most basic instincts. As for hygiene, then this is hot water, and all sorts of hygiene products, like pears. Clean yourself more often, lovely girls, and don't fuck anyone, that's all hygiene! Fortunately, a frank conversation with Olga has put everything in its place, and within two weeks of our closeness, her pussy was covered with a small, but thick black powder. And this, despite the fact that I continued to "have" a girl only in the ass, leaving her virginity at her discretion. Olya, however, did not delay the deflowering, and once, having become “cancer” in the usual pose, she asked me to enter a little lower ...

Well, I digress!

What makes our owner of blue panties? Aha Now, she, putting blue to the already selected, chooses a tiny satin "bikini" pink. Again, clearly for me, trying them on to my figure. Here is a scum, eh ?! I understand in my heart that this is just a game, but, little by little, I get excited. My thoughts are deep, somewhere in the crotch of a stranger ... just to pull off her white trousers, and suck her lips to her vagina! Damn, I love kissing the vagina beautiful women! Unable to continue this meaningless process, I, having paid off, leave the store. In the car, carefully lay out the bags with panties. Those that are for my wife, I put in a purse, and Olechkin, I hide it far in the glove compartment.

Olga, until recently, wore only cotton pants. They and the panties, you will not name. Such shapeless children, you understand me, right? Now, having previously “dressed” my lover from head to toe, I moved on to the intimate part of her toilet. Olya first resisted ... "these sticks are dug into my ass!" However, realizing later what is the important role of women's underwear in the life of a man, she resigned. No, I do not mind that she wore and pantalonchiki bought by her mother. But, at our meetings, I ask you to wear it exclusively, presented by me.

Having come to the office, I first of all lay out the panties from the Olin package on the sofa. The spectacle is delightful and pleasing to the eye. Damn, after all, I'm an esthete, to the tips of the nails! I have long decided to surround myself with only all beautiful. If this is music, I will listen to melodic jazz or opera arias. If this is a painting, then it is not aggressive, but a gentle, complete harmony of color. If these are verses, let there be eternal poetry, from iridescent sounds and images. And, of course, if there is a woman next to me, then let it be a divine woman, indescribable natural beauty, which my Olya fully possesses! Olga, without a drop of makeup, looks like from the covers of glossy magazines. And the figure is perfect and precise, like Rodin's sculptures. How can she "go" all these panties, unfolded while on the couch! These, for example, are white, with fine lace. Obtyanuyu girl's ass, they will not hide the black pubic fluff. And I will revel in the smell of a young vagina, its juices, which appear on the fabric of the new panties ... The third couple in college would rather end, and then my girl would run headlong towards me for a date. In the evening, another woman, more experienced and sophisticated, will walk like a catwalk, demonstrating a new collection of home linen. And before the intercourse, my little wife, of course, put on thin thongs.So that, without removing them, but simply pushing the strip, put my own penis in my vagina.

Pretty women! Email me if you want to chat. And if you send your photo, then my answer will be your quickest.

And, of course, with my photo necessarily!