Wanda looked at her and smiled. ‘I didn’t hear you come in, Anne,’ she said. ‘The way you were occupied, the Independence High Band could have...marched through here and you wouldn’t have noticed,’ the teacher teased. Wanda blushed, even though she loved Anne’s teasing. ‘I hope you didn’t mind. I came over right after work, and when I couldn’t find you, I took a bath.’ ‘Love, it’s OK with me. In fact,’ Anne said, ‘after working all day, I could use a bath myself. Scoot to one side, honey, and. I fucked and whipped him until Dillion showed up during his lunch break.I opened the door for Dillion and he knew something was up. He turns the corner of the bedroom and saw Alan laying there on the bed with his hands still tied together. “Come on get naked”. Dillion strips and waits for me to tell him what I would like. I grab Dillion’s cock and say you ready to fuck Alan? He said nothing and just nodded yes. Dillion climbed up onto Alan and mounted his ass. Alan’s ass was well lubed from my. I wanted...no, needed to remember who I was. I wasdesperate to. Yet my brain refused to cooperate and those preciouspieces of history remained lost in the abyss of my consciousness, maybenever to return.Despite that, I couldn't deny that I was that girl in the video. Icouldn't try and claim that her name wasn't Kitty since the parents hadboth addressed her by name multiple times. I couldn't deny that the twoadults were her parents since she had, on multiple occasions, calledthe woman 'Mom' and. I really believed in my early years that something very wrong was happening to me. I never told anyone about my love for ladies underware til the internet. My first encounters, like almost anyone else, they were my mom's panties, as well as my gramma, aunts, and couple of older cousins. I love the feel against my parts, the silky rubbing my tiny clit and butt. The most amazing feeling was the cotton bridge going on my crutch. Years went by and I hit pre teen age years. We used to visit.