It was a short black silk nightie with delicate black lace on the hem and neckline. Just holding the silky nightie in his hands caused his teenage coc... to begin to thicken and he quickly stripped off his clothing.The panties were very tiny and he had a devil of a time arranging his raging hard-on in them so nothing showed. He then pulled a pair of pantyhose from the line and it took some time before he figured out how to draw them up his legs and not tear them. They were very tight and hugged. In some awkward way it seemed wrong, but yet so right ...He broke the kiss and asked with his face close to mine: "Can I touch you?" I nodded and he went his big hand down to my left breast , which he held completely, and then began to massage it, gently touching my nipple with his thumb. I was just feeling it, because I could not stop looking into his eyes, and for some reason, mine were wet. He was hungering of discovery. I laced my hands around the back of his neck and stood tiptoed while I. I knew it was Peter from the way he was touching my ass through the skirt. I felt him move closer behind me, I also knew he was getting very excited back there. “Shut your eyes darling, don’t open them until I tell you to,” he whispered into my ear in the pervey voice he’d used earlier, before licking and biting a little at my earlobe.I did as I was told, I was now writhing with my eyes closed. I love to have my ears nibbled and Peter was doing a good job. “OK darling, open them now,” he said. We made our way to the living room and sat on the sofa preserving the order we seem to have natural fallen into. Our conversation focused on the joys of cats and how anyone would benefit from associating with feline friends. Ren sat on Kitty’s lap, turning his head toward each of us as we spoke as if he were a party to the banter. I remember this next part in my mind as if it happened in slow motion, though it may have occurred in only a second. The conversation paused, Kay and Kitty turned.