He placed his hands flat on the counter, taking in a deep breath and squeezing his eyes shut, and squeezed out the thought of her, breathed out the sc...nt of her. With a small sound he ran a hand through hair a brown so rich and dark is might as well have been black. The short locks only shown in its true color under natural light.Kind of like the color of her skin when wet with oiled water. A mahogany so perfect, so flawless, that... He was doing it again thinking of her. And though not. I said, “Stop that, for you are mine tonight and you will not cum until I tell you that you can.” She stopped and came over to help with the tent. We finished putting up the tent in silence. I knew she was thinking about what had just happened. I was thinking about giving her another dose of the medicine she told me she wanted. The tent was up and I looked it over and said, “Looks like a great time for a reward.” I walked over and grabbed Sue. I bent her over the rail close by. I rammed two. Fuckkkk . . . pee. No. Stop. Stop. I really dooo. Oh no . . . fuckkk. Are you fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck, fuck, fucking kidding me. Oh my God,” I said while grabbing the shower head. My legs were quivering. It hit like a hammer. It was nothing like Cosmopolitan magazine said it would be. There was no slowly cresting wave. There no wave at all. It was a light switch. It went from nothing to “full blow, breath stealing, pussy spasming, in your face orgasm”. I lost all motor control. My legs were. We soon moved from panties that I had no interest in, like thongs, or see-through, and found our way to the panties that I did like: the full, satiny panties that cover your cock and your bottom in secret pleasure. I found out what the sales girl was thinking when she asked me, in a very quiet voice, “Are these the sort of panties that turn you on?”She actually wanted to know. My mother interrupted, and said, just as quietly, “Yes. These are the kind that turn him on the most.”That was it. My.