Well, except for my father, since he was quite a perv despite being married to my mother who was more conservative than he was. Typical behaviors in a...hispanic couple's life, really. No, it was not about my sexuality, but it involved underwear. Specifically, a particular female underwear that grabs many a man's attention, because the way it looked on a woman, was that it covered the front, like any underwear would, really. But, the difference was from the backside, because...well, it didn't. “Well you could try…………….but be careful!”“Awe thanks Pete!” Stacey smiled a delicious smile through her pink painted lips and her green eyes sparkled in the sunlight.It had been 3 weeks since the event in the bedroom when I had put a drunken Stacey to bed and I still couldn’t get the image of her lying practically naked out of my mind. I still had her panties that had been filled with my cum as I wanked into them and had hidden them in my garden shed. And more appropriately, in my garden. I hopped off his leg and faced him, he reached under the blinket and pulled down my pants, then said to step out of them. Naked with only the blinket covering me he pulled me up, and sat me between his legs. He put his hands on my legs and spread them apart. I started getting that funny feeling in my gut again. He whispered can I see how big you get. Nervous and shacking I said ok. He squeezed my little ball sack and massaged it while he cupped his fingers around my dick. He slid his hand up. The silk of her panties clung tightly to her mound almost like a hand caressing her. The clenching of her thighs had caused her lips to open ever so slightly. She was surprised at how wet she felt. Slowly her mind began to review her sexual history in erotic flashes. Various memories of masturbation and sex. Her mind focused on the memories that ended in strong orgasms. Orgasms that would result in curled toes and nipples harder than she could imagine. Orgasms. Her mind was behind her control.