I was now nakedin front of my son, basking in the warmth of the heat lamp, responding to his touch, with my moodassisted by a slight alcohol induced �...�buzz.” I was enjoying a feeling of contentment I cannot describe.Robert began touching my pussy, which by now was aroused, open and wet. He bypassed the slow,one finger introduction I was used to, and inserted two fingers immediately without any resistancefrom my vagina walls. I was already aroused enough to accommodate both his large probing. You could tell he was fuming, all the way to the airport and even after we were on the plane, heading for home.If we made the post-season -- if, finally, this was the Paul Warren team that would go all the way to the World Series -- the Cardinals would very likely be the club we would meet there.If today had been any indication, they completely outclassed us!When we got back home, I called Maria but got her roommate, instead. I'd never met the roommate -- Maria and I were too scared she'd. Ellerie rubbed her temples. “I don’t know. Maybe we came the wrong way. Maybe there used to be two roads through the swamp. If we’d exited to the southeast, we’d have gone around the barrens entirely. There was definitely farmland to the south. We could have followed that, and maybe there’s a forest on the other side.”“That’s worth looking into if we don’t find anything here, but it doesn’t make sense to stop searching until we know there’s nothing to find.”“Yes, I suppose,” Ellerie said,. I was disappointed that it didn’t fit snugly on my ass like Fred’s did but the silky fabric made up for the fit. I walked around the room feeling the nylon caressing me and then tried setting on the bed. I spread my legs wide apart and could see my little cock and hairless balls in the panty and loved the way it looked nestled in that delicate fabric. Beyond the physical feeling I thought that my Mom had worn these and the fabric had touched her in a very personal way. And now it was touching.