We tussle once more and I end up on my back. She straddles me, sitting on my bare stomach, pinning my arms to my side. I grin. Ok. You win. I saw and ...ink. Laying there, staring at her naked body. So perfect. So soft. So turned on by her wild side I had only seen a glimpse of in the past. She grins seductively and bites her lip. Her left hand frees mine and she walks her fingers up my chest. With her short manicured nails she tickles my lip, and then runs down my side, past my butt, and down my. Sally was quite a plain looking girl, but with nice tits and shapely legs which she like to show off in the mini-skirts which dominated fashion in the late sixties. She often wore dark tan knee high fashion boots over light tan tights. Although she was happy to let me fuck her when I could, the problem was finding somewhere to do it. Her Mum and Dad, like my own, were rather prudish in their ways, and wouldn’t allow us to be alone together in the house. We could only dream about owning a car,. I noticed they were slightly damp. I put them to my nose and sniffed them deeply. What can I say; I am a dirty old man. The aroma was exquisite. From the size of the panties I figured they were Shelly’s, Dave’s daughter. Shelly is 23 and very cute. She has small B cups and a very round ass. I have never thought of her sexually before. I was kind of like an uncle to her. I had watched her grow up. As I breathed in the aroma of the damp panties one last time, thinking what a total perv I was, I. My entire body blushed with that comment. "Mommy..." I whined.She ran a bathtub full of bubbles and even tossed in a couple bath toysthat I played with as she washed me thoroughly. "I'd love to let youstay in here all night Princess, but we need to get to bed."I nodded. "Okay," I said and stood as she dried me as the drain wasopened, then wrapped me in a towel. She hadn't actually washed my hair,though it had gotten a little bit wet, so she just lightly dried itbefore carrying me to the.