ppaddleman
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Dec 18, 2005
- Posts
- 200
Joe 30 6ft
Brown hair. Regular build. construction foreman.
I'd moved interstate and had just started renting a place on th edge of town. The company had landed a big contract here and preferred to move its regular guys than to hire locals and fire gusy in other places where contracts had ended.
It was a good company that way. It never overpaid but it took care of its people.
I'd sorted the furnitue and just empitied the mail box of its first mail.
There was a surpirse in one of the letters. A pair of crotchless sating panties with a bit of a love note. "Should be roudn there on the weekend hon. I was gonna wear these but figured you might prefer putting them on me your self.
I would normally have figured that the letter was to the previous ******t from a visiting girlfriend. But the real estate agents had told me that the previous ******ts were a married couple. Puzzling!
The explanation came the next day. A larger parcel, also with a note, but this time no love letter. This one read.
"I thought that the wife swap club would save our marriage the same as it did with a lot of th other couples. It didn't but I'm not blaming the club. Wev'e divorced and I'm moving back with my parents for awhile.
I've enclosed some of my stuff that some of the other girls have admired. If they wan't any of it they are welcome.
Opening the parcel I found an interesting collection that would have suited a sex shop display. Half a dozen ourfits from french maids, to sexy schoolgirl. A leather corset, and all manner of lingerine from the sexy to the downright outrageous.
Now it made sense. The previous couple were part of a wife swap club and they hadn't told the other members they were moving.
I set the parcel of sex goodies aside and wondered if my weekend visitor would be still coming to retrieve her sexy red panties.
Brown hair. Regular build. construction foreman.
I'd moved interstate and had just started renting a place on th edge of town. The company had landed a big contract here and preferred to move its regular guys than to hire locals and fire gusy in other places where contracts had ended.
It was a good company that way. It never overpaid but it took care of its people.
I'd sorted the furnitue and just empitied the mail box of its first mail.
There was a surpirse in one of the letters. A pair of crotchless sating panties with a bit of a love note. "Should be roudn there on the weekend hon. I was gonna wear these but figured you might prefer putting them on me your self.
I would normally have figured that the letter was to the previous ******t from a visiting girlfriend. But the real estate agents had told me that the previous ******ts were a married couple. Puzzling!
The explanation came the next day. A larger parcel, also with a note, but this time no love letter. This one read.
"I thought that the wife swap club would save our marriage the same as it did with a lot of th other couples. It didn't but I'm not blaming the club. Wev'e divorced and I'm moving back with my parents for awhile.
I've enclosed some of my stuff that some of the other girls have admired. If they wan't any of it they are welcome.
Opening the parcel I found an interesting collection that would have suited a sex shop display. Half a dozen ourfits from french maids, to sexy schoolgirl. A leather corset, and all manner of lingerine from the sexy to the downright outrageous.
Now it made sense. The previous couple were part of a wife swap club and they hadn't told the other members they were moving.
I set the parcel of sex goodies aside and wondered if my weekend visitor would be still coming to retrieve her sexy red panties.