Believe me when I say that it’s hard to stand next to someone you love who has just suffered a setback and pick them up, then send them out to try a...ain. I felt his pain. When he was gone, I imagined the worst. I lived with nightmares at night. But, I stood strong, to be there when he returned.“Betsy needs someone like that in her life. She needs to come home and find someone who loves her, waiting there. There will be times when she’ll need your arms to wrap around her, while you assure her. .fucking me with his much bigger cock whilst you've been here...here..in your frilly pink baby girl clothes " "She took my hand and placed it up her dress and into her panties.She was soaking "no no I said but she went on to tell me in detail how good it felt." Yes baby he made me cum... feel how wet I am...feel his cum".She rubbed at my penis until I came into my nappy. We were no longer together she choosing to sleep in my spare room for the next several weeks. Vicky made sure I was dressed. And, like I did as a young teen, I still liked just looking at panties, even by themselves. Unpremeditated, I stumbled on a new trick. I would go down to the dorm’s basement laundry room to wash my clothes. I frequently would take books with me to study and would sit in the laundry room. I watched girls coming and going with their laundry. I dawned on me that they would have panties in their wash load, so, when I was alone, why not check it out? At first, I would take a dry load of a girl’s. The first one of these occurred one afternoon on our way home from school. We always chose a car that was not so heavily packed with people. We figured that such a car was more likely to have a robbery. Whether or not that was correct was beside the point when we came to the event. There were 13 people in the car, counting us and the robber.The robber caught us by surprise, mostly because he just looked like any other working stiff headed for a second-shift job. He was dressed in the standard.