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Name: Adrian Edwards
Age: 50
Height: 6'ft
Build: medium but some signs of middle age spread
Hair: Darkgrey and signs of balding on the fringe
Profession: Insurance Assessor
It was the typical Sunday - Adrian woke up around six am, being a natural morning person, his body clock always woke up around six. He spent the next couple of hours doing odds and sods around the flat, folding the washing in the spare room, and the like, as well as surfing the net.
As he hung out the washing, he looked out of the window, up the hill to the next block of flats about 300 feet or so away. He thought he saw the young female in the window, but he wasn't sure; and was too occupied doing the chores…
Finally around ten, his wife left for church, leaving him alone. He went into the spare room, where the washing was hanging, to check that she was walking across the path between the two blocks to the pavement and the road leading to her church.
As she disappeared from sight, he opened the single wardrobe door and reached for his favourite set, a Black silk and lace Waspie with a matching thong. He headed into his bedroom, where he changed into them; carefully rolling the lace top seamed stockings onto his muscular legs; before connecting them to the straps of the Waspie.
For the next hour or so, he sat with them on, before ultimately wanking into a wad of tissue. Before his wife came home, all evidence of his activities were gone, the spunk stained tissues down the toilet, the stockings away, as was his wife’s lingerie.
As far as he knew, no one knew of Ben’s little fetish….
He wasn’t sure how it started, but he was fortunate that he and his wife were of a similar size, and so he could wear her lingerie, at least down below. He was too broad to wear her bra isn't that excited him in the same way…..
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Name: Adrian Edwards
Age: 50
Height: 6'ft
Build: medium but some signs of middle age spread
Hair: Darkgrey and signs of balding on the fringe
Profession: Insurance Assessor
It was the typical Sunday - Adrian woke up around six am, being a natural morning person, his body clock always woke up around six. He spent the next couple of hours doing odds and sods around the flat, folding the washing in the spare room, and the like, as well as surfing the net.
As he hung out the washing, he looked out of the window, up the hill to the next block of flats about 300 feet or so away. He thought he saw the young female in the window, but he wasn't sure; and was too occupied doing the chores…
Finally around ten, his wife left for church, leaving him alone. He went into the spare room, where the washing was hanging, to check that she was walking across the path between the two blocks to the pavement and the road leading to her church.
As she disappeared from sight, he opened the single wardrobe door and reached for his favourite set, a Black silk and lace Waspie with a matching thong. He headed into his bedroom, where he changed into them; carefully rolling the lace top seamed stockings onto his muscular legs; before connecting them to the straps of the Waspie.
For the next hour or so, he sat with them on, before ultimately wanking into a wad of tissue. Before his wife came home, all evidence of his activities were gone, the spunk stained tissues down the toilet, the stockings away, as was his wife’s lingerie.
As far as he knew, no one knew of Ben’s little fetish….
He wasn’t sure how it started, but he was fortunate that he and his wife were of a similar size, and so he could wear her lingerie, at least down below. He was too broad to wear her bra isn't that excited him in the same way…..
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