She froze when she felt his hands on her hips, his fingers under the elastic waistband of her pale pink panties. He looked up at her, right into her e...es and paused, wordlessly asking for permission to remove them. Pauline knew this was going too far, but she was more sexually stimulated than she had ever been before. ‘Take them off, Alan. Take down my panties,’ she told him, her voice weighted with equal parts excitement and worry. Alan slowly pulled them down, his hands caressing her thighs. I’m going to render you nude, just using my imagination for the covered parts, and if you’re wearing something tight I won’t have to imagine quite as much.”Great. My not even seventeen-year-old ‘niece’ knew all about bulges and what caused them and could imagine what was making the bulge. But she wanted to see the bulge, just for inspiration.“Harper,” said Hannah, who was listening to the negotiations.“He already agreed to do it, mother,” said the artist, apparently expecting parental. Her panties had somehow managed to enmesh both her hips and Sam’s head and her arousal was infused throughout.“How did you get in there?” she asked as Sam tried to disentangle his head from Donna’s underwear.“You certainly warmed me up,” Sam blinked sleepily.Donna beamed as if that fact justified Sam’s obscenely intimate overnight incarceration, “No, really, how did you get in there?”Donna’s flowery white underwear was caught around Sam’s neck, with the elasticated material with the pink and. I open the door and walk in. Things are exactly how I remember them, everything in the exact place it was before I left. The house is clean, and tidy. I look around and call your name, but I hear no answer. I realize how late it must be, thinking you must be asleep. The wind outside picks up, the light from the moon dims, I hear the faint sound of thunder in the distance. It’s rainy season in Louisiana. I quietly close the door and take my shoes off. I creep up the stairs, trying in.