I wore sexy panties to school everyday and the excitement about getting caught, grew as well. I was very tiny for my age and picked on by the jocks at...school regularly. I’m 5foot 5inches tall, with long brunette hair and blue eyes. I had no body hair and a penis so small, my panties made it almost disappear. Which was OK by me, but I wore baggy clothes every day so I could keep my secret.CHAPTER 1Summer was here finally here, no more jocks to push me around and I felt like celebrating. I ran up. Here I stood in the middle of our living room in my boxer in front of two of my wife’s best friends! It felt like I was cheating somehow. They were, after all, two other women than my wife. The only thing keeping me there was the fact that it was my wife who had suddenly put me there. Her other hand explored my stomach and I was getting more and more aroused beneath her other hand which was now kneading my cock and balls. “Do you want to see what’s beneath his boxer?” Jolyn asked aloud. I. At 28 -- You don’t need to tell her a story to take her to bed.At 38 -- She tells you a story and takes you to bed.At 48 -- She tells you a story to avoid going to bed.At 58 -- You stay in bed to avoid her story.At 68 -- If you take her to bed, that’ll be a story!At 78 -- What story??? What bed??? Who the hell are you???According to the U.S. Census Bureau: 190,374 people are having sex right now, 212,130 are kissing, and... 1 Poor Person Is Reading Emails.You Hang In There Sunshine!✧ ✧ ✧I THINK. ’Instead of stopping, my hands slip inside your panties and claim your buttocks. Such soft young skin. Your feet are already slightly apart, but I use my foot to push yours away. As your legs part, my right hand moves into your crack and strokes over your anus and perineum.‘Stop that, Grandad or I’ll tell Mommy.’I continue to stroke you for a little longer, but your struggling is spoiling the fun. Plenty of time, I think. ‘OK, darling. Grandad’s only playing with you.’ I extract my hands and.