His hand came in contact with my panties and he leaned over whispering “bad-girl, I told you not to wear panties” – I realized then, that he had...mistaken me for someone else. I was so turned on by now that I didn’t want him to stop.My panties started to get wet also.I whispered back… “I wanted to give them to you as a souvenir.” and I quickly shimmied out of them, and then stuffed them into his jacket pocket. He was pleased. His hand found my wet vag..This wetness was unbearable it was because. It hasn't happened in years." I found a ruler in your toolbox," continued Patti. "Pull that bad boy out and lets see how he measures up. He has to be hard. I will measure it at the top, where it attaches to your body. That is what we all agreed on yesterday." I don't think it will get hard, Patti. It is a shy little guy and the idea of being measured may inhibit it." I suggested.Patti had different ideas as she pulled it to her mouth, then stopped and looked at me."It looks redder than usual,. "Who would do that, I wonder."If I mentioned previously that none of the Mistresses had brought their cats to the banquet, I was mistaken. While Laura exchanged pleasantries with a well rounded gentleman she called Bogie, a nickname he'd earned for his golfing skills, not his looks, I joined conversation with the man's mistress, Isabelle. By that I mean the woman he fucked behind his wife's back. She was half-Japanese and half-Spanish, the mistress, I mean, and very high maintenance, I'm. My father died at an early age in a road traffic accident which meant that mum became the leader of the family with 3 small children to support.For the last few weeks I am thinking to look for a kind hearted aunty to help me get over this sexual shyness and fear of sex which surrounds me. I am a stellar student and best athlete in my school year and as such have a good body and very well developed dick for my age, I have been masturbating on a regular basis since that is the only way to get.