Amazing lover has a pants obsession

Dear Sam,

I AM an attractive divorcee in my early 30s. Since my husband left I hardly go out, but a friend encouraged me to socialise more. It was on a night at my local social club that I met my man. We hit it off from the beginning, although I was a bit cautious when it came to sex. But after a lovely dinner and a few drinks, I invited him back to my place. His foreplay was wonderful. He teased me with his fingers and then his agile tongue played against my clitoris until I was begging him to enter me.

Suspicious

He thrust deeply inside me, making me squeal with delight, and I watched with ever increasing ecstasy his big cock sliding in and out of me.

And when we reached orgasm he was so big and hard I felt the whole of me being filled.

Afterwards we lay in each other’s arms, then he apologised for not being able to stay.

I was a bit suspicious, thinking maybe he was married.

When I cleared up the clothes I’d left behind, I was puzzled when I couldn’t find my panties but decided it was nothing to worry about.

The next time he came round we took things more leisurely, undressing each other in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

I was already naked as I came to lower his trousers. Underneath, to my shock, he was wearing my knickers, stretched to the limit by the most enormous erection.

He laughed and said he wore them to remind him of me, but again I was left feeling slightly uneasy.

That soon passed as he again softened me up with his amazing foreplay.

He gently nibbled on my erect nipples before easing his tongue all the way down my body to tease my aching fanny.

Finally, he raised my legs high in the air and thrust hard into me.

We had the most wonderful sex and he brought me to the brink of climax over and over.

A few days later we met again and this time I pressed him to show me his home.

He seemed a bit reticent but he agreed. He lives in a very well-kept apartment which he bought after splitting with his own wife.

In his bedroom I could not help but notice a partly open drawer and inside were about 20 pairs of silky smalls.

When I confronted him, he admitted that he liked to keep and wear mementos of past lovers.

Now I feel I could be discarded just as easily. Am I worrying too much?

SD, Sussex

Sam says…

I WOULDN’T worry. He obviously loves his women and just has a harmless little fetish.