In *black lacy PANT-ies!*"At this point, the part of me that wanted this to happen got the upperhand. Suddenly I wanted nothing more in the world tha... to have these girlsput all that frilly underwear on me. I was wily enough to pretend toobject, and I kept squirming and kicking, but I made sure they were ableto overpower me. On went the black, lacy panties.My sister was older now, and had a much more interesting assortment ofunderwear than she had had when I was eleven. I had discovered. His second attack team was going down the stairs that paralleled the elevator shaft. They were going slowly and quietly. For perhaps the hundredth time in the past five years, he wondered why there wasn’t some sort of sound muffling covering they could put over their boots. The ‘quiet’ thump of ten men descending a 100 foot metal staircase could be heard, he was sure, all the way to the bottom. They moved in a half-crouch, expecting bad guys around every turn in the stairs: 8 steps and turn, 8. As I set the books onto their shelves I let my mind wonder. I had quite the habit of zoning out unless I was actively engaged with something that could hold my interest. My older sister had always liked to refer to me by the old slang term "space cadet" whenever I got too lost in my own head. My mind liked to jump around from topic to topic which was both a boon for when I was bored and a bane when it came to staying on topic during my writing. It was probably the reason it's taken me over six. “The cake is so beautiful,” she said. “So you know that you would fuck me before I came to you.”I smirked at her. “I was confident.”“Thanks for this loving gesture. I had thought that this exam had ruined my birthday celebration. But now you gave me a real celebration.” She put her hands around me, pressed her big chest against mine and gave me a passionate kiss.My erect cock was touching her stomach. “Yes, I want to make this day memorable to you. I would celebrate your birthday like no one.