As we were getting out of thecar Sharon handed me the pink panties."You should hand wash these so you can wear them tomorrow Paul." Oh, yes sure."And ...hat's how it started. That night I hand washed "my" panties andthe next day I wore them to work under my normal clothing. Other thannot being able to use the urinal and having to sit down to pee, nothingreally changed. In fact I actually kind of liked the feeling of theslick nylon panties around my crotch.Our evening was pretty normal; Sharon. Before I could get my back an inch off the bed, her left hand was pressing on my chest and her mouth wasaround my prick. There were too many sensations and her hair was everywhere tickling me. Her tears drops would give me cold shocks ever time she would breath through her nose. But then she started moving her head up and down, my eyes shut tight and I started shaking. She just kept going though, like everything was normal. By the time I could look around again, I noticed her shorts were at the. You pull a small duffel bag from beneath the bed and go to your closet, grabbing at whatever. Forethought escapes you; whatever you forget can be replaced.“Baby?” she asks.Don’t engage her. That’s the last goddamned thing you need right now. You need to be away from her, from this place, from that bed (your own goddamned bed, for chrissake!). You need to get away and find a quiet place and…and just think this through. Two months! She’s been sitting on this for two goddamned months, and now,. This was beyond all humanity! He couldn't mean what she thought, he couldn't! Even with Jamie she had never done such a thing. It was vile and degenerate, the kind of thing whores do for money, not decent people. She wouldn't... she couldn't!Nothing, no countless hours of fear and worry, could have prepared the terrified young girl for what the lecherous Hawkins did next. His hand darted forward, his face still snarled in the contemptuous knot of hate and lust mixed obscenely, and Sarah reacted.
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