The stories they made up had my young mind on fire with fantasies. Later that evening, I returned to where we had left the panties, I pretended to wal... along and I casually picked them up and put them in my pocket. I was terrified that someone would see me touching a woman’s panties. When I got home I was overwhelmed by the desire to examine them. When I pulled them out I realized that they had a distinct smell to them. As I touched them I was overwhelmed by how soft and smooth they were.. The pipe too.”Wonder of wonders ... he did it. That pipe cost 25 bucks ... at least the last one I bought in the ‘60’s did.The next dreamer who passed by here would find a bud or two ... just from the smell. And they were welcome to it.So ... we sat on the running boards of the Roller and watched the birds wheel in the sky and picked out clouds and named them. We were sitting calmly sipping water from a canteen when a 63 split window covered with hand painted swirls and flowers pulled up and. I slipped my hand from around her back to under her arm, accidentally on purpose brushing against her silky covered breast. I held my breath and waited for her to move away but she didn’t, feeling I had the green light a started to slide my other hand up her leg under her slip. The silky feel of her stocking and slip made me hard as I felt her chunky leg, she responded by kissing a little more forcefully. Now on her stocking top, I could feel her suspender clip and bare flesh squeezing out over. He stopped again to give her time before shoving onward. Millimeter by agonizingly slow millimeter, his penis ground into her resisting anus. She thought she could take no more and was about to tell him so, when she felt his balls against her pussy and realized he was the whole way in. The whole of his fat knob was inside her arse. She couldn't believe the feeling of fullness. The feeling of being truly filthy, of allowing this man to fuck her arsehole whilst her vagina, a tiny distance away,.