He had stooped to rummage in his sack, and I quickly took note of his appearance. He wore a grey-green wool coat, and dusty brown leather boots. His t...ousers were tucked into the boots at the knee, and I could tell from the stiff way he bent his left leg that he had been wounded. After two and a half years caring for soldiers with the Red Cross Society, I felt qualified to identify a battle wound when I saw one. Absently, I wondered if this young man was returning to the Front, or whether his. He was well dressed and respectable looking. Two other men, dressed in leather jackets but wearing ties sat in the back.“Ma’am, I wouldn’t normally do this, since I don’t know you. But, maybe, we can do you a favor? Hop in. We’ll turn around and drive you to the mall. It isn’t more than 5 minutes out of our way.”Sooky cautiously replied, “I don’t know. You’re strangers. I shouldn’t ride with strangers. Maybe I should just walk.” Looking down the street nervously, she could barely see to the. I stood there wiping my ass with paper, cum and Vaseline, stained with shit, the by-product I am sure you ass fuckers reading my story are all to aware off.I did leave my knickers behind the door, with a big, 'These belong to MR, aged 15, I will be back to collect them', scrawled under them, a final wipe of my ass on the gusset, the stain and smell I was sure would excite a few men jacking off into the crotch would appreciate.I left as the darkness crept in, my ass hurt and my pussy tingled, I. His mother, being a little less inhibited, chirped to take them off, pulled her panties over her pumps and twirling them in her hand. She was completely trimmed save for the small patch above her lips.He pulled his boxers off while facing his mom, while his erection pointed up like a banana. Katherine LOVED the feeling this must be giving him and wanted to continue letting it develop for the sake of her own thrill.“C’mon.”She motioned for him to stand behind her while he finished fixing the.