I stepped into the pretty panties and eased myself intothe cream, lace bra with a surprising lack of fuss. The bra wasexceptionally comfortable and I ...njoyed the feel of it lifting mybreasts. I took the tights from their wrapping and my hands were so softI didn't snag them at all as they changed my legs from a pale, milkywhite into smooth, shaded black. I took a moment to make sure the seamswere lined up along my toes, that the wasitband was flat around my slimmiddle and then brushed my legs. I did notice that she would lay on my lounger on her tummy, and read for a bit before jumping in the pool. Everytime she came by, I would of course sniff her sweaty panties and jerk off to her dirty teen ass stink! One afternoon I came home and found Teadora's car parked in the driveway, and went out back to say hi, before going and sniffing her sweaty panties! When I walked out the patio door, I found her asleep on my lounger, arms folded under her head, book dropped on the stone. I walked up. Sarah chose one, showed it me and said “where were you when they were making the mould for this?” i couldn't believe it, if i hadn't known better i could have believed it had been made from a mould of my cock and balls, it was almost millimetre perfect. Needless to say she just had to have that one, although if it had been me id have probably picked a bigger one.Unfortunately even after several different attempts with vibration on and off, different speeds and different methods Sarah confessed. .."Fuck this, I'm going home. Damn trains, they're so fucked up." John took one last look at the screen displaying train times - all delayed - and turned back down the main road towards home. He glanced around at the empty roads; he'd never seen this neighbourhood so deserted, usually he came home at 'rush-hour' with everyone else. It was so quiet too. If he crept in the back door he could get to his room without being noticed, and maybe get a few more hours sleep before his moms realised he.