Her focus was the dress, I was a mere irritation to her. How could that be? I folded my arms across my chest. This made me feel more assertive and all...wed my biceps to bulge seductively. Something caught her eye. ‘At last!’, my subconscious screamed at me. ‘Now she’s taken the bait!’ But she was not admiring my biceps. Instead she was looking at my groin. She had a snarl on her lips that would have scared any man. ‘What the hell is that?’ She asked, putting the iron on its stand and moving over. He ripped the panties off my body! I was so wet, I knew no matter the size of his cock I would not need lube, but I wanted him to fill me up so badly. “Oh, you nasty girl, look how wet your panties are”. He scolded, I heard a sniffling sound. “Oh fuck, do you want to smell your panties you little slut? They smell so good.”This sexy man with a bulging cock holding my tits with one hand while he sniffed my pussy juices off my panties with the other was enough to forgo any inhibition I've ever. It was my fault and I had to let him know how sorry I was. I had to tell him that it was never anything he did that caused me to do something so stupid and so selfish. God, how selfish was I? Even now when I remember the way I was thinking back then, it makes me sick to my stomach. Sick and miserable.I wonder what he thinks about me now? Or, if he even does think of me. And did he think of me during all those years? Like I thought of him? How many nights did he fall asleep, his hands holding. He looked up and down the gorgeous teen, clad only in her bra and panties, as he decided where to start. First he stroked the teen's arm, then her leg below the calf. As he used the lightest of feathery touches, Meagan immediately realized something she had been doing wrong. "Oh! I've been using too much pressure when I touch myself." Peter nodded, stroking circles around the girl's navel before brushing his fingers across the mounds of tit flesh bulging out of Meagan's over full bra.Meagan.