I apologized to them for using her panties. These belong to Brett at all times, and especially when he has them soaked in her juices. He usually keeps...these for his own reminder of his woman when they have just her scent. I felt terrible, and even now as I write this a few days after. Maybe it is time for a ball gag for me. I was telling Brett and Agness again about my lake blow job. I mentioned the low temperatures. Brett's raging erection, and his great ass and balls were all exposed. The. "Good,get dressed."He left and she moved to the bed.Her tall black boots were there.Black stockings and a garter,her only one,belt,and a lacy,low cut bra.She dressed swiftly and went to her frontroom.He was sitting on the couch."Very nice."He then rose and walked right up and onbuttoned all but the lowest button on the blouse.From her purse he removed the money and tucked it down the bra past her nipple."Lets go."He held the door open and escorted her to her car.Before he opened the door he. I walk on the grass towards the pit. The moonlight bathes the backyard in its blue light. The oiled spit gleams on its iron supports over the charcoal filled pit. Dad set it up yesterday, the kindling, covered by the charcoal, and the four long wicks of rolled cotton that sink to the bottom of the pit, to light it. In between the regular charcoal he mixed self lighting one, to make sure it will light up easily. I helped him set it up, another family tradition I could have done without. A can of. Keith took her hand. ‘I did, too, Mary.’ The smile spread across her face and she leaned in to kiss him. ‘Can I walk you up?’ he asked. Mary glanced at the driveway and the clock and only said, ‘okay.’ Keith tried to get the car door for her, but she wasn’t in the habit, so he met her on the sidewalk and offered his elbow instead. A motion sensor light switched on in her yard at their approach. ‘So, is this the neighborhood you grew up in?’ ‘We moved here when I was in third grade, so pretty.