I slowly start to slide them down and I step out of them. He smiles as he turns me around and bends me over. He then grabs my panties and slides them ...own. I feel his finger press against the glass plug in my ass. “Mmm, I like,” he says as he slaps my ass. Bending me back up, he guides me to the bed. Then he says, “Get on it.” His eyes stay the same, but I know this time is going to be different than the last. I sit on the bed positioning myself where I know the ties will be most comfortable. I. Then again, may be she didn't and I could certainly be that thing she was looking for. It wasn't long before I suggested we meet up. She was hesitant as usual, one of the cutest things about her, but eventually she relented. I'd never been so forceful when it came to dating, but I decided that she was who I wanted to be with and I had to make it happen.We met at a nice restaurant and gave each other a hug and exchanged pleasantries. There was the undeniable uncomfortableness for both of us.. My sons hand was now on my pantie covered pussy. I could feel myself getting wet. I wanted more. When I removed my hand, he left his hand on me. He wasn't moving it around or anything. He was just letting his hands rest on my pussy. I waited for him to start moving his fingers. Nothing. Maybe he was afraid to. I knew how to fix that.I took a hold of his hand and moved it up to the top of my panties. When I knew his fingers were above my panties, I pressed his hand against my body and slowly. Any other kidmy age would immediately have thought: PARTY. But no, I had other thingsplanned.A month later they were on the road and I was putting the plan inaction. Luckily this was all during the summer and I had a flexibleenough job where I could get the same week off *grin grin*. So I wouldhave no interruptions. They departed on a Sunday and I had until thefollowing Saturday morning all to myself. Sunday afternoon they hit theroad around 1 pm and were enroute to Canada for night life,.