She had obviously done thelaundry before leaving, she had obviously seen them and recognized themas mine, not her?s or my sister?s but mine. The first...pair she knew aboutand approved of, but the thongs... I was going to hear about them whenshe came back for sure... even if they were plain black and seamless, itwas impossible to think of them as unisex.My desire to try the second outfit on took over and I decided to forgetall about that, I couldn't do anything about it anyway. So I changed outof. My movements became rapid, jerky and uncontrolled. My hypersensitive flesh detonated. The orgasm hurt, ripping and tearing at over-used muscles and fractured nerves. “Jesus fucking Christ,” Rob muttered incoherently as he had another dry orgasm, having long drained his supplies of spunk. I leant back, desperately trying to cleanse myself with deep gasping breaths. “Come here, you little witch,” he whispered gruffly as he pulled my face close enough for him to kiss. A soft whimper of loss. “Was that OK?” She asked.“It was wonderful, but why did you do that on the dance floor?” I asked.“Do you want to do it now instead?”“No! Everyone will see.”“Good, that means you won’t tell on me.”We danced the night away. At 11PM the dance ended and Willie and I said good bye to our friends and walked out to the parking lot. Other couples were already out there wrapped in each others arms and kissing as they leaned against their cars. I opened the passenger side door for Willie and she got in.. By Wednesday various news organizations were using their own sources to dig up names and addresses of people who might know something.I must admit, there was a tremendous feeling of relief as I answered some of these calls. No matter how much of a cloud I had gone out with, almost all the calls were offering support, even from the guys I had never had contact with. When they asked what they should do, I told them to tell the truth, especially if 60 Minutes came calling. The only way I could.