The Sheriff’s Deputy decided he needed some backup and a supervisor, so he stood in the door of his car and radioed for help.I put my shotgun agains... the door and went back to make sure the girls were okay. My two were still sleeping and Mel was petting each of them. She whispered, “The noise didn’t even faze them. I’m glad you’re alright. Are they all dead?”I walked her out of the room and told her to put a shirt and jeans on. I stopped in my room and put my pants on, along with a T-shirt and. Dan shed the office attire for a comfortable pair ofshorts, made a light snack, and settled in for a fewminutes of the eleven o’clock news. The snack consumed,a couple of beers gone, the news over, the stress of theday and exhaustion made the bed seem the next logicalstep. While concerned, but not worried that Sylvia had notcome home he still took his cell phone to the bed sidein case she called. He slipped between the cool,slippery sheets to get some sleep. Friday was stackingup to be. I settled back to my book but realised after a few minutes that I hadn’t read a word. I looked up and she smiled at me again, “I’m Angela” she said, offering her hand. We shook hands and both held on for an instant longer than necessary. We started to talk about our work and Paris. I gazed at her mouth as she talked about herself and imagined that full red mouth on my breasts and kissing my inner thighs. I must have blushed as I realised as she said “Are you a little warm?” I covered my. I ache tofeel the panties caressing me. Their tender softness, their wickederotic energy, snuggly wrapped around my penis.I wish my mother would just return them. They are tormenting me.They're screaming at me when I'm at school. I obsessively daydream aboutthem when my mother's home, because then I can't hang out with them. Idream about them at night. Those stupid panties have captured my souland won't give it back.Why am I so obsessed with those blue jean panties? They're just a pairof.