It all began one sunny afternoon two years past my divorce. When I was through, I brought her clothes into her room and put them in her dresser. Well, when I put several pairs of panties into the half-drawer where she kept them, I felt something hard underneath the garments already in the drawer. Imagine my surprise when I pulled out a big thick dildo! It was an impressive piece of equipment, with molded veins running up and down the shaft.