I couldn't avoid the feeling that Pastor Paul, starting with a blank slate so to speak, had ordered from the local big-box builders' supply and discou...t furniture mart. There were no pictures of saints, no statues. Maybe they had a thing like the Moslems against graven images. The walls were off-white, the arched ceiling the same. Whoever had refinished the walls had tried to make it look like stucco. Once when I'd toured a house with Mom she'd pointed that out as a way of hiding shoddy. 'Well?' Brigit asked. 'Disappointed or astounded?'I couldn't stop the grin spreading from ear to ear. 'Astounded,' I said.'You win.'***I'd already conceded the position about driving to Morrellis, so I didn'teven bother to argue about it. But I did have to take deep breaths as Ipaused before stepping out of the front door. All three women were reallysupportive.'Come on, Stevie, you can do it.''You ARE a woman, Stevie. It's really no great shakes to step outside.''You're with friends, Stevie.. Once I realized what was happening, it was already too late. I pulled out and breathed heavily. After I had caught my breath again, I looked up at my friend who just fucked me. He had a very satisfied smile on his face. Seeing this, I somehow felt compelled to stretch out my tongue and open my mouth wide for him, showing that I drank it all. He nodded at me as if in agreement, still slowly stroking his cock.But as much as I had enjoyed - and needed - this, I wasn't fully satisfied. He didn't. I loved the lace trim on the leg openings and the little bow in the front. They were so feminine and wearing them made me feel all girly. I was lost in the pleasure I was feeling lying in my room with my cock in my sister’s panties. I would rather have been wearing Amber’s but knew I needed to be cautious. I could feel the cum rising inside of me, it wouldn’t be long and I would fill these little panties with my cum just like I did so many times in years past.I moaned with the pleasure I was.