I crawled on top of her, my legs straddling her; I kissed her, my tongue slipping into her mouth. My fingers were still tweaking her nipples, rolling ...he pink buds between them. My lips went down her jaw, throat, and collarbone, kissing the soft flesh, when they reached her breasts I closed my lips around her nipple and sucked. She moaned loudly in response. I let my teeth graze it, pulling it up. But this wasn’t where I wanted to be, I started to slide lower tasting her flesh as I went. The next step was to fold the panty in half so it was a neat little rectangular shape of lustrous nylon begging to be unfolded. I had learned this from my mother.My sister threw her panties in a drawer all tangled and wrinkled. Even as a 10 to 13 year old boy I knew that was disrespecting a garment that was so pretty and sensuous. I was not overly obsessive about how the panties were arranged, no alphabetical by color name or any OCD sort of thing. But I often would put the prettiest panty down. She placed one hand behind my head. The other was firmly planted on my ass. She pulled me toward her and when our lips met I felt her tongue trying to part my lips. At first I was, to say the least surprised. But I parted my lips to allow her tongue into my mouth. We held that kiss for several seconds. Our mouths parted and my mother-in-law said she had wanted to do that for many years. I told her it felt wonderful and I was sorry it took that long for it to happen. We kissed again, only this. One weekend before Mardi Gras, we live in New Orleans, we went to a Mardi Gras Ball in the convention center along with 10,000 other crazy parade goers. Now if you haven't been to one of these super parade balls, go. The parade actually goes into the convention center and it gets wild. The ladies are all dressed up in long beautiful dresses and the guys have to ware a tux or a suit. They have these tables of 10 set up along the parade route and you drink and eat all you want. We also decided to.