Unless you are a tart? A tart wears short skirts but a good girl might be allowed to wear trousers. Which are you a tart or a good girl?" My heart sun... as I realised what she was getting at. She wanted me to beg her to let me wear her bra so that I could be a good girl. The thought horrified me but I wanted my trousers back.My cheeks burned again as I was forced to ask, "I'm a good girl Kelly. May I borrow your bra please? It's so pretty and I'd love to wear it so that people don't think I am a. Trying to look up her skirt had made me hard again. She pointed at me again and laughed. Is that as big as it gets, my boyfriend's is bigger after he cums. She said "I know, put these on" and tossed me the pink skimpy panties I'd been masturbating with. I was so embarrassed. I had to step into the little girls pink panties with her boyfriend watching. Another man was staring at my little cock and my balls covered in pink lace. They were so skimpy they barely covered my balls and my cock just. .. ah ... I'll..." Margaret stammered and turned to leave."Mom, stay, please," David said invitingly.Sue saw her mother turn back towards them and look between her legs. Her hand was covering her pussy with David's hard cock just inside her lips. A wicked smiled spread across her face as she moved her hand and slid down his pole.David loved the feeling of his sister's pussy as it slid down his manhood. That in itself was enough to get his blood flowing but the look of lust on his mother's face. He moved slowly over my bulge, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I was stretching my white briefs so much I thought they’d tear. He gently caressed my hard on thru my briefs. Then he moved his right hand over and with both hands, opened my underwear flap and I sprang out at full attention. My breathing increased. I had my cock completely out with a total stranger in a dark porn theater. He started to slouch down as if he was going to suck me. I stopped him and said “just use your hand”. I was.