She and her mate had been rash to both venture out. Her mate likely dead, and her lost in a termite dungeon, left their children practical orphans. It...was a heavy burden. She heard footsteps in the tunnel outside her cell. More than one pair. Likely another soul being dragged into a life of damp desperation. The door opened. Probably a meal. There was no point trying to break out of this door. There were other doors between her and freedom. Many others. Every time she tried to escape, they took. ” Deacon grinned back at her, refusing to pretend he was embarrassed to be caught looking. “Care to join me?”At her nod, Deacon stood, and motioned towards the nearest table. as the woman turned, he couldn’t help but notice the trim waist and tight little ass. This woman was perfectly proportioned, just on a smaller scale! He pulled out a chair for the her and, at her smile, ducked his head as if to say “My pleasure!”“Can I get you a drink?”“Bourbon, rocks, a little water please.”Deacon turned. So I suppose I should say I didn't have any cleanpanties.Instead of going commando, which I've never liked doing, I invaded Grace'spanty drawer. It struck me that my odyssey into wearing lingerie beganwith her getting me to wear her undies. It had been a long time since Iwore hers, having amassed a substantial collection of my own.I sorted through her panty drawer. Why I didn't simply grab a pair andput them on, I can't explain. I settled upon a pair of light blue, Frenchcut panties,. As they both went tumbling over onto the concrete Jo placed her glove-covered hand behind Mickys head, hoping to cushion the blow. However, this also led to an effect Jo hadnt anticipated, as her arm wrapped around Mickys shoulder blades she was pushed deeper into the her friends tiny boobs. What can only be described as an electric current passed between Jos face and her tiny pussy, tingling all the way down neck, to her breasts and through her stomach. The shock of pain that hitting the floor.