"You know how horny I am?" she asked with a very naughty smile" "Nope," I grinned, expecting her to be very wet by now. She stopped the wheelchair... bent over with her ass towards me andquickly slipped off her little thong panties. The material clung to herpussy as she tried to pull it down. I enjoyed a delicious view of hertight young bum before she straightened up again. "There!" she cried, throwing me her panties. "Feel how wet you mademe!" I caught the tiny piece of material and. I could feel my cock growing with each new discovery I found and then the thought came.“What does it feel like to wear something like this?” I thought to myself.I gave a quick check around the house to make sure mom wasn’t home yet and then went back to her room to take off my underwear and pants. I went to the bottom of the drawer and got out a purple thong that’s suppose to go over the hips and squeeze tight between my ass cheeks. I slipped it on and I have to say as soon as it was I was. I look around the kitchen and say, Its really nice. I wish I lived here. He smiles and says, Well, for the next week you do. Dont be afraid to make yourself at home. Dont worry. I will, I say in a flirtatious tone. He retaliates with a dorky yet adorable grin. Lets go chill in the living room, he says and grabs my hand. We enter a room with a large leather couch and a 62 flat screen. The room is lit dimly, setting the mood. He guides me over to the couch and we sit down. He grabs a blunt off. I saw Miguelito sitting on my porch, in my chair, and eating something from one of my tin plates. I wish I'd known he was up there, I'd have remounted and ridden in the last quarter mile or so."Why are you walking boy? Them nuts of yours still sore?" I guess you already know what I think of Indians who think they're funny. As much as I'd tried to do to make things better at the reservation, practically ever since I first laid eyes on Miguelito, he goes and makes fun of me any way. I pulled out.