I browsed the tedium that was social media. All these dumb posts about staying home, staying safe. Some of the Instagram THOTs I followed were in craz... prepper mode like they were survivalist thinking the world was going to collapse.Maybe it was.I yawned and stretched. As I did, I spotted the pair of panties lying on the floor. They were red and made of silk. I blinked at that. Those couldn’t be my mom’s panties. They were too ... sexy. They had black lace on the waistband.“Fuck,” I groaned, my. "Can I buy that picture?" "Well, this is a gift for my friend. His name is Paul. People think he's Santa Claus but he's not." "He's got a nice big dick. My name's Ty by the way," said the boy. "Does your grandmother know you feel this way,Ty?" I asked a moment later. "Hell, no, she's crazy religious and thinks all that stuff is the devil's doing. I don't believe in that stuff." I smiled at him. I suddenly wanted to sketch him. He needn't think twice about it and all he wanted to know if. Cars, people, no eye contact. Searching for a green eyed goddess he spotted me, and as a cheetah in dusk he pounced."hey, do you have any matches" he grinnedI settled my head up and my eyes focused, um, yes I chattered, hold this.My cd player, my cigarettes, some loose papers in my pockets, I had him hold it alland he grinnedHis smile, still engrained upon my corneas as I am never to forget him, my first, my Ben Boy.quickly I decided as I had decided before "the next man that wants to fuck, I. I was too tired soit wouldn't help at all, Jess was pretty strong. Plus, I do think some partof me was rather looking forward to it, that is until the first blowlanded. SMACK!"Oww!" Shut up sissy, unless you're going to count them keep your slutty mouthshut!" She slapped each of my ass cheeks in turn, I couldn't believe howhard she could hit."2...3...4..." I started to count, hoping if I did it would please her andshe'd stop sooner. I guess I could have resisted but it didn't come to mindat all.