I watched as people left, drunk and boisterous, mostly young and attractive, when I was disturbed by a young man coming over to the car, taking out hi... penis and pissing on the drivers side window.He was deliberately aiming for my face, no shame, opening his trousers wide and giving me an eyeful. When he finished he simulated a wanking motion, but he remained flaccid, laughed and ran off.As I dwelt on his indecent act, his exposure had aroused me somewhat, so I fumbled under my skirt and sought. He freezed. After staring for a while he turned back to me and said"I knew she's beautyfull, but damn". I agreed. Jokingly I asked if he wanted a second look.He said yes. Than, we went to the door of the room and just stared there. My gf sensed our presence and asked "who's there"I said"it's ok honey, it's me" did he leave? or is he in the kitchen?"I than started to lick her pussy again, she really liked it and dropped the questions.After a while she continued" I think it is really hot that I. "Hi Claire! Let me show you how neat my new fingernailclippers work!" Of course, she knew she was springing a trap; if Claireand Super-Sister really were one and the same person, the clipperswouldn't be able to cut her super-hard nails.Claire didn't even have time to protest, because at that instant, Lanacaught sight of a streaking form in the sky outside the window. Itappeared to be Super-Sister on patrol. Lana backed away without anotherword. I wouldn't learn this until later, just as I. My mother kept me supplied in panties and as an adult I knew her motivation was to prevent me from becoming impulsive in my search for the comfort of a garment that I desired.Within this box was perhaps the ultimate fantasy for a guy like me. First there was a bright red slip that would cover my entire body with the silken feeling of nylon and lace. All the garments were the highest quality lingerie and inspecting the tags and construction told me this was a set from the 1950’s when women, and.