And whatever scent it is that you are wearing makes me wet. What is it?”“Amen is the name.”“Amen to that scent. I just want to get closer to y...u.““It is always an experience to do something with John. Isn’t it? That man is incredible. He knows me so well and he knows what I will like and, apparently, what you like as well. He said you would love this.”“I do,” cooed Mary as she turned to check herself out in the mirror.She decided to wear a panty after all. It was tempting to wear a thong to. "Please. Don't make me."Kyle rolled his eyes - the fucking fag was so pathetic. "Come on, you got underwear under them, not like it's so bad. Strip 'em off for me, or do I have to come down and make you do it? If I have to make you, you better believe I'll be fucking you right up against the bars where everyone can see."Trembling, James peeled himself away from the bars. His hands shook as he lowered the zip on his overalls. He pulled them from his body and stepped out of them, revealing a. 'Nessa wasn't a boy, she was a pretty teenaged girl who'd cometo love him as her Father - again, in every sense of the word thatmattered.Which was why he'd never shirked his parental responsibilities. He gaveher love when she needed affection, cash when she needed money and aroof over her when she needed shelter. He gave her everything she needed- and that included a good, hard spanking when she misbehaved. Noexceptions, apologies, no excuses.Yes, she might complain that he wasn't her. One of them might even make to a story if you guys want to hear more about her. If I get 5k likes I’ll consider writing her story.)I was especially staring at my aunt’s daughter’s panties contemplating whether her panties were wet or not? I mentally kicked myself when Rithika snapped her finger and grabbed me from my dream and brought me down to earth. When I regained my composure, she slid her hands in her pussy rubbed it, looked me in the eye and asked,R: Want to taste me?I didn’t know what.