The next day I took off my panties and hopped in the shower. It was just another day at work except that my undies were especially uncomfortable. I wa...ted so badly to be in my bed wearing a pair of soft panties… maybe some thigh highs too… I could not wait to get home and change that day and it made the day drag on even longer than usual. When I got home, I went straight for my naughty box. I pulled out panties, thigh highs, a garter belt, a little pleather skirt, and a super soft girl’s vee. My parents were much older than those of my friends, but all my pals loved visiting us. Dad’s self-deprecating humour and my mother’s playful irascibility amused the hell out of them. The perfect example of this fad would best be illustrated by the following anecdote:Due to my father’s never-ending flatulence, he was known to fart rather loudly at times. On an occasion, while my friends were visiting us, my dad let off one of his epic ‘rippers.’“Oh, dear Jesus, Bill, why don’t you go outside. "Unnng," moaned Darla as hers came out slowly. I could feel herquivering. Then it was my turn and I moaned in delight feeling the bulbof the plug as it stretched me open gently on its way out.Hoarsely Aunt Bev said, "I want to suck on you while Priss fucks yourpretty little pussy. Then I'll take my turn after you fuck hers for me."She crawled to the middle of the bed and guided Darla into a 69 over her.She was busy sucking and slurping as I lined up my girly cock, strokingit with a lubricated. You need the comfort. You are feeling fragile and insecure after Monday and you need to have somebody you trust close to you all the time or you start to panic.”I felt my jaw drop. “Exactly!”I wondered how she knew that. But I didn’t wonder too hard – Nana always knows things like that.She smiled and patted my hand again. “Have you noticed that I’m the only one here and you aren’t frightened. That must mean I am one of those people that you trust. Do you feel safe when I am with you?”“Of course.