He knew my dad would pound his ass if he touched me. I decided to use that to pick on him back. &hellip,My dad was a cop. He was very over protective ...nd we didnt get along well. No boys would come near me except a couple of nerds. I had just discovered masturbation and was liking it a lot. &hellip,.That evening their parents were out of town until tomorrow and Brad was free to pick on us. He did the usual grabs at his sister as I just watched. We both giggled and told him to stop. He had his. I knew it was abad idea, though I couldn't say why. But we were already walking forwardbefore I had the chance to protest, and forcing words out was sodifficult. I wasn't even sure why it was a bad idea. A closer bed soundedlike a beautiful thing to me. And then the door to her house was opening,and a moment later, I was stumbling into her room.Her bed was stuffed with straw. It wasn't very soft, and it poked alittle when I collapsed against it. The pillow wasn't much better.Despite that, I. Even the thought oftaking photos of himself in womens clothes made him excited.He looked around and made sure no one was watching before he slipped over and picked up the panties. He gave them a quick sniff. They were for sure dirty. He slipped them on and walked back to the bedroom he and Kate were to share but his Mom had spent the night having a lesbian threesome in Joy’s room and he had fallen asleep in Joel’s room. He felt comfortable in the snug undies. Their soft smooth material. There were times when I thought she was going to faint from the tremors of pleasure she was experiencing in her cunt. We always fucked immediately after taking the Belt off, and she was so wet that I could sink my cock in to the hilt without the slightest bit of trouble. The Crack Belt got to be such a favorite for us that Kathy actually began asking for it, the first time being the night of our one year wedding anniversary. In celebration, we decided to go out for a nice dinner. After Kathy.