Bob suggested we drive down a bit further and take a walk into one of the manicured paths cut through the briar bushes and into the lightly forested w...oded area. We walked perhaps a half mile into the woods and followed a deer trail off the main path and found a quiet discrete clearing invisible from the hiking trail. Bob dropped his and to my astonishment he was wearing panties. Not just panties but p*****n cartooned cotton panties. "These belonged to one of my nieces, they are 10 and. I think that my Grandfather wore them as well. But (if you want to think that this pun is intentional, please feel at liberty), I can tell you, from personal experience, that panties fit a very great deal better on the shape of my buttocks and hips than ordinary boy briefs would. At the age of thirteen, I measured myself with a sewing tape, and so I can definitely say that my waist was twenty-three inches and my hips were thirty-four. That was the age I began to exercise to hold them down. I. It was altruism that drove me, I guess. Ifollowed her out the door. It was kind of dark in thehallway and no one saw me leaving just behind her.I followed her down the steps and out to the darkenedstreet. I watched her stagger to a parked car. I mademy move after she’d taken her keys out. “Whoa” I said,“you’re in no shape to drive!” I plucked the keys fromher hand and unlocked the passenger door. She looked atme uncomprehendingly. I opened the door.. They were still facing me. My Uncle began caressing her thighs ,kissing her slowly on her necks. He was now roughly kneading the milky thighs of my mother, his hands now moved upwards towards her triangle region of her belly. He was now massaging my mom’s pussy.I was dying to see the lovely choot of my mother fucked by the big lund of my Uncle. He was now running his palms over the choot & was massaging her with up-down motion of his palms. Mother was throwing her head sideward and her eyes.