They had one thing in common, all were plain, standard, workaday garments. I had become a bit of a connoisseur, actually a panty-snob, nonplussed at m... Mum's taste. I'd built up my hopes and taken a risk and felt let down now! But I'd made a move, even at my young age, and I was determined to keep on, my panty fetish wasn't over, in fact it was stronger than ever. What to do?Well, one positive thing was that my mother was not all suspicious of my perversion. I'd never let her see me ogling her. ’ ‘Did you?’ She went and had a look. ‘Oh Ster, I feel so ashamed of the place at times, but I just can’t get around to doing things. When I do get a few minutes to myself I’m so tired I’m ready to drop off to sleep. At that moment and wearing the caftan, she looked more feminine than I’d ever seen her look before. In the past I’d have given her one, or perhaps two out of ten for looks, but now I had to admit that in a Junoesque sort of way she was quite a handsome woman. Fancifully I saw her. It felt so good she just wanted to rub it on herself and enjoythe sensation but she snapped back into reality and realized she had better get to the task at hand andget the hell out of there as the guys in the truck were now staring at her, their mouths wide open andtelling the other guys in the back of the truck to “look! Look at her”. She pushed the thing inside with alittle moan she tried to conceal by biting her lip so hard it must have been bleeding.She struggled to regain herself and. . Clearly, it was going to be a long night.It was, in fact, a long weekend. Josh knew that Danny was pretty well going to be out at the cottage most of the weekend, so didn't expect to see him, and that didn't help his imagination one bit. He could close his eyes, any time, day or night, and imagine Amy and Danny, running around on the basketball court bare-assed... and not caring.It didn't help a bit.Josh didn't see Danny again until Tuesday, when both were to be at the appliance store,.