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Daily trivia
You’ll know the magic’s gone when you’re no longer turned on by the sight of her underwear left around waiting to be hand washed. (Emma doesn’t trust the washing-machine with her flimsies, even on the delicates cycle.) And in case you’re in any doubt, the magic is still there for me. When Emma and I were courting, I begged her to let me have a pair of her nylon knickers. After much cajoling, she brought me a pair, freshly laundered. I’d much sooner have had a pair she had been wearing - which would have been identical in every way, except for the scent of her virgin pussy. I kept them in the inside pocket of my jacket - next to my heart, although that was coincidental. The thought occasionally occurred to me to pull them out with a flourish to wipe my fevered brow, but that would have seemed a tad ostentatious. However, wrapped around a young man’s cock, a pair of his girlfriend’s nylon panties was a great aid to masturbation, believe me.
You’ll know the magic’s gone when you’re no longer turned on by the sight of her underwear left around waiting to be hand washed. (Emma doesn’t trust the washing-machine with her flimsies, even on the delicates cycle.) And in case you’re in any doubt, the magic is still there for me. When Emma and I were courting, I begged her to let me have a pair of her nylon knickers. After much cajoling, she brought me a pair, freshly laundered. I’d much sooner have had a pair she had been wearing - which would have been identical in every way, except for the scent of her virgin pussy. I kept them in the inside pocket of my jacket - next to my heart, although that was coincidental. The thought occasionally occurred to me to pull them out with a flourish to wipe my fevered brow, but that would have seemed a tad ostentatious. However, wrapped around a young man’s cock, a pair of his girlfriend’s nylon panties was a great aid to masturbation, believe me.
