So I kept on staring at her as she stripped before me. Unfortunately, I never got a chance to see if she was wearing any panties. No! Not now! I menta...ly yelled as I felt a powerful fantasy grow within me. Unfortunate, it took hold of me before I could even consider attempting to keep it contained. Moments later, reality faded and gave way to an identical fantasy world. As in real life, my friend continued stripping, soon informing me she wore no panties. But panties were the last thing on my. Right on time at almost 4AM, the importer threw a package over the fence. The spot he chose was in line with the laser pointer I aimed at him."I recovered the package, then placed it in the small backpack. The one I had purchased from Walmart at the same time I bought the light weight mountain bike. The five mile ride back to the grassed air strip was a piece of cake. I had found the airstrip listed on the Internet. I had also arrange for fuel and a tie down spot at the small grass airfield. My wife Cathy, and I had gone out earlier to do some shopping and had lunch at the mall. We had nothing more planned and I was looking forward to a relaxing day in front of the TV.That's, of course, when the door bell rang. I started to get up from my seat but Cathy was almost there already. I approached as she open the front door. I was a little surprised to see Harry Scott. He and his wife Barbara was one of the couples at our cook out. We didn't associate with them much otherwise. They were. Carol saw me looking, and 'jiggled' for me. What a lovely girl! She has very nice hair too.I heard Donna arrive home (she's a noisy girl, so her arrival is hard to miss), and decided I should talk with her to find out how the Athletic Club worked out after I left. I gave Carol a kiss and a grope, just to let her know I appreciated her, then said, "I'll talk with Donna before we go. If I watch you jiggle like that any longer, your hair is going to get badly messed up."Donna told me that after.