Was it the fabric, the fact that they were almost see through, the lace waist band that she said wouldn't give me panty lines under my slacks, or all ...f those things that made the panties pretty? I stared at them a little while longer before figuring that I'd have to wear them sooner or later. I took off my shorts and panties then pulled on the new ones.As soon as I got them over my hips I realized that mom was right! They felt so light and cool; it was hard to believe that I was wearing any. I know I haven't been a very good mother, but I love you, Sandra. Know that if nothing else."Tears flushed Sandra's eyes. "I love you, too, Mom. Bye."She ended the call and turned off the phone."Life sucks," she whispered. "Sometimes," she added as she looked around her room.He raped me! And he lent me to his friends, and they raped me!Her daughter's words echoed in Dorothy Hummel's mind, digging into her brain matter like flashing scimitars.They'd shocked her, but... oh, dear God, they fit.. It might have proved I was stupid though, haha. It was because I was aware of how lovely you are, and because I did nothing about it, that now you know I can be trusted." Oh yeah. I didn't think of that. You really think we're lovely?" Now you're fishing for compliments! It's nice that you want compliments from me, but I'm still struggling to get used to how Carol and her friends behave, so I'm going to take things cautiously. I'll just say that you know I like you. I liked you both very much. “Want to touch it?” she asked. “Uhhh, touch it?” I said. “Like uhhh where?” “Ohhh anywhere you want to” she told me. I felt something. It was weird at first. Then I recognized it. There was tingling down at the very tip of my cock. Ohhh holy fuck, I thought. God, do something and do it now. No, do not touch her. Be responsible I told myself. “Do you like me?” she said. She waited as we sat side by side. “Because I know I like you and I know I like you a lot too.” She was smiling as she looked.