Sometimes he likes to hear about what happened and even asks for details. He’ll get all hot when I tell him how it was, and will ask a question or t...o in this breathless voice, like about how big the other guy was, or how turned on I was. I don’t want to tell him everything. I’m worried he’ll take too much to heart and will feel hurt. So I just tell him a story I think he can live with, and then he’ll get really firm - for him, I mean. I like to feel that when he gets stiff in my hand. Then. "I guess mom and dad went to work already." I say to myself not realizing it's noon. I go downstairs and grab my basket of recently washed underwear and socks. I take them back up to my room and dump them on the bed to sort them out. As I go through my underwear and put them in my dresser I come across a pair of white satin panties."Odd, some of mom's clothes must've gotten mixed in with mine." I say puzzled.Thoughts flood my mind as I caress the panties in my hand. I notice how soft they are. We talked and came to an agreement. If we told each other before hand, we could go looking for a cock to scratch our itches. We had also talked about having a threesome with you. Yes, many times I have told you that you can play with my tits, lick me, front and back but that you can never finger me or be inside me.Yes Julia, I remember those talks all too painfully well.Why me? Why do I get to be recipient of your generosity?Drew, we wanted to thank you in a way that you would remember what we. "Angela blushed and said nothing.After holding and calming her I mentioned that we needed a shower. We arose and Angela turned on the shower. She turned to me and asked, "Are you going to shower with me?"I responded, "You're a moron. Of course I am."True to form, Angela shouted, "You're a moron! And you're decadent, too."We climbed into the shower and soaped each other and kissed for a long, long time. I asked, "Surely you've showered with one of your boyfriends?"Angela shook her head, "No."I.