Both of us were now wreathing and extremely aroused. My cock was killing me with pain, but I couldn’t risk freeing it, as we could get caught.Then I...removed both my hands and let her calm a bit, as the sounds we were making would surely get us caught. After a while, once again I slimy hand under her shirt, and unbuttoned her pant. She caught hold of my hand instinctively, but loosened her grip soon, and removed her hand, but her eyes were wide open now with the anticipation of events to come. I. She even got me to steal my sisters panties. My sister was also 7 years older than me, and Mary would wear them as I sucked on her cunt through the dirty crotch.Like Mary, my sister was known as a slut in school and her panties were often very nasty, especially after a week-end long party.One of the most exciting 'panty experiences' I had was an evening when my wife and I attended a party of a couple a bit younger than us. The wife was very attractive and sexy, while the husband was one of the. "You're both brats!" Ryan yelled. "I told you, get the fuck out of my room!" I'm not a brat!" Will cried."Yes you are! Now get out! I never said you could come in here! Get out before I throw you out!" I hate you Ryan!" Will yelled at him as he ran out."Good! I hate you too!" Ryan yelled back. "Dumb brats!" he yelled at them as he slammed his door.God! He picked his books up off the floor and threw them on his bed. He stared down at his physics notebook, the one he had gotten from Jen's house. ”He was panicked, frightened and close to tears. His voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m not… a sissy… I just might have a strange fetish.”That fascinating disclosure emanated from my then eighteen-year-old nephew, David, while he was standing in front of me in the middle of my own bedroom.~ ~ ~I am the Chief Executive Officer of a financial company located on the umpteenth floor, high up in one of those tall buildings in Lower Manhattan. We are a small operation compared with the Wall Street.