I was mortified. Some years later I was married, and often used my wife’s panties for my continued pleasure. She also had a very hot sister who I wa... able to raid her panty drawer. One time I exploded all over her sisters walls and my face because of the force of my cum and my desire for her. I never did get to fuck her. But my wife didn’t have the greatest panties. Mostly Hanes and other brands that come 5 to a pack. I began to suggest that we go to Victoria’s Secret and get something sexier.. Rosemary turned on top of me and moved down my body. For a moment I thought she was going to eat me, make my brains run out my ears, and I rather recklessly encouraged her to take me like the wanton slut I was. Alas instead of falling on me with an adoring mouth, she decided to run her arms down my legs, slip a loop of bailing twine over my feet and bind me completely to the bed frame.I howled in response, this wasn't what I said I wanted, nothing like it at all.Rosemary slid off me, jiggled. It was good to be home, to eat my Mother's cooking, to bullshit with friends. The only thing I always hated about the Midwest during the summer was the humidity. It could be 2am and still your clothes were drenched with sweat unless you had air conditioning, which my parents didn't. However annoying the temperature was it would lead to the start of an amazing summer, I just didn't know it at the time. It was Friday night and my Father had driven to visit his Dad, my Grandfather for the. "Relax, just relax," Danika purred. "I only want to make love to you, Staci." You... you promised," Staci gasped.All Fawn could hear was the wet sucking of Danika's lips."Oh god... you promised!" Staci quivering voice moaned."Don't worry," Danika murmured. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want. I promise." Oh please, please," Staci was panting, her voice trembling with excitement."Why don't you touch my body?" Danika asked softly. "Here, let me take these off." Fawn could hear the gnash.