This lasted a couple of years and yes you guessed it they moved further away and we hardly ever got to see them much after that, but by then I was hoo...ed and there was no going back from me becoming a panty wearer. Over the next few years I dabbled in wearing panties and was always on the lookout to get hold of any I could. I soon had a mixture of underwear that I would have to hide away from everybody.So I’ve always been a panty wearer dabbling in and out with the intensity varying depending. Please. I want more.” She begged as she stuck out her tongue like a baby bird seeking a meal. I threw the rope remnants on the floor, and pulled the soaked bed covers down, exposing the clean, cool sheets. I moved Sandra onto the sheets and placed her wet head on a pillow. Using the towel, I wiped cum off her face, neck, breasts and hair, and tried, best as I could, to dry her hair. Stepping out of bed on shaky, weak legs, I shut out the lights and crawled back into bed. I held Sandra close as. Keeping my hand over yours I very slowly began to direct our hands in a sensuous exploration of my boob. You glanced at me, saw my pink tongue dart out, a look of pleasure on my face as you twisted my nipple. Your other hand moved slowly down my back and up my skirt, your finger extended and pressed in between my legs. My legs opened and you felt my weight shift as I angled my hips to give you better access. We swayed back and forth as if just slow dancing to the music. I closed my eyes, the. “Models aren’t supposed to sneak kisses,” Sylvie Mitchell chuckled from her front and center art station.“Shush, Sylvie,” Zupena laughed at her nude basketball team mate, which caused her butt cheeks to wonderfully squeeze my right middle finger.That slight gripping sensation around my finger gave me a wonderfully sinister idea. Because I knew no one could see my right hand and fingers, I slowly eased them down the back of Zupena’s tight bottom. With devilish pressure, I wormed my index and.