As I got older my panty wearing fetish subsided and wouldn’t rise up again for a little more than a decade. All my siblings got wonderful grades exc...pt Ken and me. We weren’t exactly the brightest of kids, sort of day dreamy and idealist, pot head alcoholics is what we became. Every day it was smoke weed, and cigarettes, rebel and anarchy, punk rock and girls; standard fourteen year old mentality. However, my thong fetish was discovered. The girl who sat in front of my during my eighth grade. She was always flirting with every man around her including teen boys. Stella was very frank, naughty and open minded. Adam was the last one who welcomed Stella near the stairs. Stella hugged Adam a little longer pressing her big boobs on his chest and then kissed him on his cheeks. Adam was happy to see Stella and his heart beat raced when he felt the same big boobs on his chest again, just like he felt the last time Stella was here. “How are you my sweet boy?” Stella asked. “I’m good and. Silkie could always, always bring back a lost erection, but neither of us could keep our balance long enough for penis and mouth to mesh so that anything like fellatio could occur. Successful blow jobs usually require sustained contact. On the horniest days of my life, it takes me forever to reach an orgasm that way. Standing up, sitting down, Silkie on her knees in that cramped space... when Silkie tried to grab my butt with one hand and my penis with the other, we both lost our balance, fell. She placed the chicken on the counter on some plastic wrap. More wrap was placed over it. Gail handed me a small hammer looking implement. “Take this and hammer the chicken to flatten it. It breaks up the muscles and makes it more tender and better able to absorb the spices I will use.”I nodded and commenced hammering. I quickly realized that you really did have to hammer it to accomplish anything. While I was doing that, Gail was preparing other portions of the meal. She looked over and said,.