So Iwas left with a choice. I could put them back and feign ignorance. Icould just destroy them and, again, feign ignorance. Or I could keepthem. And ...eign ignorance. So I kept them. Mom looked for those pantiesfor weeks. I wore them every day. The feeling was indescribable. I waswearing panties. After a week or so, the feeling wore off. I realized acouple of things. First, I was wearing the same panties every day.That's kinda gross. Secondly, I was wearing my mother's panties everyday. That's. I will skip the vast majority of my childhood; although I will point outthat my journey to Kristy is different from many of the other tgirls Ihave encountered. I was not a slight boy, not shy nor sickly. I wasjust a kid, into games and my imagination and doing well in school. Iwas decent looking, a little husky as a little guy, but not fat. Just akid with some freckles, some Hot Wheels and a He-Man action figure. Mysister, five years older than I, made the move from tomboy to youngadult. My mind was concentrating on things I knew I had to do. It wasn’t till I was about a half a mile away that I heard a noise behind me and when I turned to look I saw there was a baby there. I realized this was not my car so I turned around and came back here.”Ty initially doubted this man’s story but in doing some checking he saw that the two vehicles were the same year make and model. Their paints were an exact match and the front seats were positioned similarly. The clicker worked on both car. ’ ‘Do it on my face,’ said Emily. ‘I’ve never had a guy do it there before.’ I slid out of her, still rock hard, and repositioned myself so that my cock pointed toward her face. I drained my balls all over her gorgeous heart-shaped face. It was magnificent. Ropes of cum were in her beautiful hair, on her cheeks, on her full, sensual lips. ‘You’ve made me yours, haven’t you?’ she said as she reached for a tissue to wipe my seed off her face. ‘Mmmm. Don’t wipe the cum off just yet, I want to.