He told me we was going to cum soon and I told him "me too". His cum shot out of his cock and on to his legs and the bed. It put me over the edge and ... came to all over my stomach. I used my underwear to clean up my cum. I asked Mike if I could borrow a pair of underwear and he laughed and said no. His parents and sister were out of the house and he said they had just gone shopping for new clothes and I should take a pair of his sisters panties. The idea sounded ok and it turned me on a little.. I throw my head back and tremble as the orgasm races through me. I need to sit still for a while. My knees are not responding, feeling like jelly after the intense orgasm. He takes the opportunity to touch me. His hands feels dry, almost like paper as they cup my breasts and gently squeezes my nipples before caressing the sides of my torso, my arms, my shoulders and my neck. I enjoy his touch for a moment while my body gathers strength. Then I lift my head back up, look him in the eyes and. ”Jenny continued, “But you didn’t do anything. Or at least nothing I could detect the first night. And when everybody liked you, I talked Mike into standing watch the second night so I could see what you were really like.”I asked with suspicion, “Who stood watch last night?”Carl said accusingly, “Mike was supposed to.”Mike explained, “When Karen brought out the beer, I said, ‘fuck this shit.’ No way was I going to miss out on free beer a second time.”Jenny remarked, “Like you don’t get drunk. I somehow managed to struggle free and to stand up. As I approached him, he gave my long peasant skirt one strong downward tug, until it was bunched around my ankles. I stepped out of my skirt and kicked it across the floor. Then, in only my skimpiest baby-blue panties, I sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him. With so much genuine love for him burning deep in my heart, I untied his shoes and slipped them off his feet. I reached up and tugged his belt open, then as calmly as I could with.