Pulling my shorts down, my boxers come half off with them. ?Oops? I say with a blush. ?Are you sure you didn’t plan that?? you ask with a laugh.Not ...nswering, I pull the boxers up over my mound and ass. I just love it when you make me wear boxers in place of panties. It is amazing how free and very naughty I feel.Shaking my ass a little at you, I glance at you over my shoulder and see the smile on your face. You let out a moan. ?What are you moaning at?? Twirling my curly hair and trying to. "Gwen honey, are you okay?" Carol inquired as her daughter flopped listlessly down on a chair in the kitchen, staring with reddened eyes into the steaming coffee cup her mother had set before her.Gwen had spent most of the night split between tossing restlessly and crying. When Bill had crawled into bed with her, his insatiable young cock hard and eager for her body, Gwen had tried to respond but it had been no good. She had confessed to him tearfully about her bungled experience with their. The next morning Catharine had gone shopping again and she'd sat down and made some tentative plans on how to build on her first night's success and to see if she could take her exotic dancing career to higher levels this time than she had the first time around. Catharine designed several new outfits and routines that she planned to work on in the weeks ahead while she continued to hone her dancing and stripping skills once again at the Maverick Club.Catharine sometimes found herself wondering. ”She almost burst into tears at that. Nobody had ever valued her so highly before, not even her mother. “I'm not worth that much.” she whispered. “Not even close!”“You are to me.” he said, then bent in and kissed her cheek, tasting the tear she refused to let fall. “You're worth way more than that, Kim.”“Alan, I can't let you spend that much!” she protested emphatically. “Mom will kill me!”“Nobody will ever touch you with bad intentions.” he told her seriously. “You are under my protection!”She.