Just stroking around the panty-leg's elastic then, for another long minute which felt like eternity, and then softer than a feather, across the panty'... crotch itself. And again. And again. He was surprised, and tre-mendously aroused, and had to restrain himself with an iron will, when he felt the soft material drawn into Lynda's slit soft and damp. Rubbed a bit harder and heard her make a little hmmff sound.And then: 'Lift your dress for me, Lynda?' And compliance: hands leaving the table and. If its Terry's version I'm appalled. How could any brother treat another brother that way? How could a wife treat a husband that way? How could a mother and father do that to a son? How much degradation and humiliation could a group of people pile on another human being for apparently just the fun of it?" Are you serious?" I had to ask. Here was a raving beauty asking me to let her get involved with finding out the truth. How could I say no? I couldn't!She nodded her head and waited for me to. Hell I should have remembered that… I wrote an essay about her" "Go on brains, tell me." "She was a rear admiral in the US Navy when she retired, but mostly she did computers, not shelling people or tearing around in battle cruisers. I read somewhere that she kept track of her old students and stirred them up at intervals so they didn't forget to take chances. Amazing Grace was her nickname." "You didn't need any reminding about taking risks." "No," she said slowly, blinking away another tear.. Saturday was upon us fast. My 2 pals M. & I. called me that week and said they wanted to dance with me at the Prom. “Only if you call me Danielle?” I left them each hanging. I tried on my prom dress 4 times on Friday and once Saturday morning. I shaved all over and no Mom did not assist me. I wore a white lacey padded bra with an A cup butt size 32. Of course I wore pink panties with lace top and fleur de lis of yellow & green all .