Julie leaned in closer until I could smell the wine on her breath as she spoke. ‘He’s a care-er, that one. He still sees the frightened, wet, shiv...ring little girl in muddy, ripped pajamas that showed up on his doorstep one night when we were all eight. He always needs a little time to recover after seeing Helen.’ ‘And is that how he sees me,’ I asked. ‘Still wearing long sleeves and sunglasses to hide the bruises Chad gave me and sheepishly asking to use the library computer?’ ‘Oh, no, dear,’. I was deliberately going slowly to get her worked up. If I went too fast, she would not give me the same passion she would give me if I got her as horny as she could get. I eventually noticed a change in her breathing patterns as I moved my hand to her inner thigh. She wanted me, but she wasn’t at the level wanted her at. As we talked, words became harder to say for her. She often fumbled with her words, sometimes forgetting what he was going to say and having to restart her sentence. I got up. Except of course that one huge pair a year before that I was sure belonged to Martha Flampton, the biggest girl in school. Shamefully, I'll admit to you, I enjoyed those big panties as much as any others.Back to the red panties..... I studied them over carefully, searching for any clue as to who they might belong to. Damned sexy, I couldn't think of any girls that size that would wear such sexy panties. You never know of course, but the only girls I thought might wear such things were the. Before I could react, she tackled me face down on the bed. She dug her knee straight into my spine and held my red hair in her hand so tight, it felt like the roots were about to exit through my scalp. It was painful, but I could feel my pussy starting to drip. I never really considered myself a lesbian, but I was getting insatiably turned on.Does she feel it too? I wondered, as Samantha started to loosen her grip. She took her knee out of my back and began to straddle me. Through the back of.