She lived alone and never married, because she said she never met the right man. I went into her bathroom and while in there i noticed two pair of pa...ties hanging on the shower rod. I was sitting on the toilet and reached up to touch her panties. they were nylon and still very damp from just being washed. My aunt had a washing machine but like most people, no clothes dryer. I reached up and pulled a pair of her panties down from the rod and rubbed them on my face, and got an instant hard. If it isn’t urgent, don’t worry about it until the following week. You’ve been a big help, so now it’s up to us to practice what you’ve been preachin’.’ ‘Okay, deal! I’ll call you tomorrow. Take care, Frank.’ Frank Sellers had been pretty negative when I first walked into the plant, but with visible progress, and the pressure from his boss being reduced, he was much more confident now. One thing about him that I really liked, he wasn’t afraid to get dirty. He had his nose in the manual and his. ’ ‘Fine okay, I want you to gently spread my pussy lips, take one finger and teasingly rub it up and down my slit, then when I’m whimpering like a bitch, shove it into my tight little cunt, try two (that’s the most I could ever fit in), while you do that lick and suck my little clit, is that what you wanted me to say, is that precise enough for you?’ He didn’t even say anything to me, just smiled that wicked smile and began working on me as I had described. Except with a higher tempo and. I'll actually get to see you a little." Uh Tami..." You're NOT playing basketball! You've never played basketball. I've never even seen you shoot a basket." She slammed the dishwasher closed, turned it on, then stomped out into the living room until we were standing face to face. Tami glared at me.She was cute when she stomped, but I decided this wasn't the best time to mention that."I'm not playing basketball."Her face softened. "Anthony Sims, you had me worried." She turned around. "I'll get.