It wasn’t until I became an adult that it started up again. My sister was moving around to another apartment and she was throwing away a bunch of he... old thongs. Well, I couldn’t just let those go to waste so I volunteered to throw them away, and I swiped the whole lot. There were all sorts of colors and styles. It was a treasure trove of blues, pinks, reds, lace, cotton, strings and mesh. That lasted for some time, but then I had a moment of guilt and shame, not knowing what was going on. I popped my rapidly hardening cock out the side of my panties and used my pre-cum as lube to stroke. My other hand went from a fist around the base of his shaft to fingers over the top and my thumb underneath his balls. "Ohhh, yessss, that's good, that a good gurl for daddy..."I sucked him slowly and deeply. Up and dowwwwwwwnnn...back and forth for a few minute, long enough to hear his erotic moan and know he was on his way to orgasm. So, like with many guys, that is the time to decide to. Within a couple of minutes of going down on him the teeny weeny cock exploded in size and became quite monstrous. Whilst I was doing this I felt my Irish friend lubing my arsehole and I thought he was going for a spit roast; I had a very cute and receptive arsehole in those days.However I was wrong, the Scotsman stood up, went behind me and got me in position to receive his cock which was to say the least a bit on the large size. I was doggie fashion with the Scot hanging on to my hips and. My heart, quite understandably, was beating and beating as fast as it could.Then, yes, she pulled her panties off and tossed them in the corner."You are so beautiful, Carol, I can't believe you're letting me see you like this," I gasped as I drank in every curve, every contour standing there before me."Well, I've told you that I like being this way when I'm home. So, you may be seeing me this way more from now on. If you like it and don't mind." Mind? Oh, I can't believe you want to do this.".