"Don't you think you ought to change out of those?" she said, indicating Danny's plain nylon underpants. Danny looked down at himself in genuine surpr...se."Why?" You'll want to wear something prettier than these," she said, tugging at the waistband, "they're going to be on show all day. A lot of people are going to be seeing your panties, Danita, so you've got to wear your prettiest underwear for them."Danny's eyes widened as he processed the image. His heart started galloping like a runaway. " See what I mean. And if I'd known you were watching I'd have... God... was I good? Did it look like I was having fun?" Hottter than a firecracker, Sis. I felt guiltier than ever because I thought I was hurting you."Daphne Burke had accepted her somewhat deceptively engineered devirgination without rancor. In fact she was delighted. Her minister had helped her overcome her archaic reservations about sex and since her last time with the talented Reverend Gillis she had made friends with the. "What are you having? My round," Robin said studying the offerings onthe beer taps."Gin and tonic please," Charlie said and made her way over to the booth.Now that she was in the light she could see that her knees were dirtyand her clothes dishevelled. She brushed off her knees and straitenedher skirt and tucked in her blouse so she looked presentable.Robin came over with a pint of bitter for himself and a gin on ice andsmall bottle of Brit Vic tonic water for Charlie."Don't drown it!". As my excitement (and lubrication) grew, my left hand inevitably began pulling my son's shirt up. And before long, I was touching his smooth, warm, bare skin. Only a few times have I had such well balanced pleasure and guilt in the same moment. I tried to assuage my feeling of perversion by telling myself that I wasn't actually having sexual feelings about Jason, which was true at the time. My desire was focused on the pretty-but-slutty stripper I was watching, and on my own wanting cunt. But.