The plastic pants also had a certain odor and got excited. Only later did I realize that those odors could be remnants of sperm or urine. I did not re...lize at the time that this could be the beginning of a permanent sexual need to get ready in the plastic pants. That this was the start to my sexual life with plastic pants. Just like every teenager, I also fantasized when I was wearing the plastic pants. I fantasized about everyone whether it was girls or boys they were all part of my sexual. His hand travelled down my quad and back up. “Hey,” I complained.He shushed me again then reached down and cupped my inner thigh and I gasped. His fingers were getting way bolder, and as much of a turn on that this was I knew I should stop him. But there was an intent in his touch, I could feel it blossoming into that drunk buzz in my head I was starting to become accustomed to. “I should do something,’ I thought. He reached under my shorts and up near the elastic band at the leg opening of my. ”“Wow, Mom, we’re going to miss you, but I’ll bet you have a good time. I’ll have to do something like that with Millie. As soon as John gets a little bigger, we’ll take a vacation and see some of the country.”Mom smiled at me, “Sure you will, but it will probably be after this next little one that’s on the way. You’re just like your dad the way you stay focused on the farm and work.”“I’m slowing down, Mom. I’m working toward having all of these other businesses work on their own so that I can. I called him JD because it seemed he was never far from access to a bottle of it somewhere. I had run cover for him from a perch high above where he had the action going for about five years off and on during the late nineties.I was volunteered the first time and then volunteered all the rest. He had done what was needed and assigned, but had a small problem with some irate locals who didn't like the idea that their number one bread-and-butter man was now on his way to the seventy-two virgins,.