Perverted thoughts. All types of sexual adventures. They usually star you and me. Sometimes, though, just you. You naked. Gorgeous and free laying on ... towel in the hot sun. You under the covers, in a cocoon of love. You in the shower, dripping wet and trying to wake yourself up.Other times though, I picture you with other people. Co-workers. Ex-lovers. Random strangers. Exotic places. Our special places. Communal areas. I can never tell which I am fascinated with more: your naked body, or your. Please forgive me," my voice quiveredas I spoke."Oh sweetie, I forgive you. But understand that you need to be a goodpantyboy," she said in a motherly tone."Of course Danielle. I am so sorry. I will try to be a good pantyboy fromnow on," I whimpered."I know you will sweetie. And don't forget what will happen if youaren't. now get up and get ready for bed. I put some stuff out for you toput on tonight. The one cream that says medicating ointment is for yourass. It should help you heal. The other. I started to finger her pussy and rub her clit with my thumb. Her pussy was so tight! The ice cube slid out as I felt her pussy start to tighten around my finger. I couldnt believe it, I was actually fingering my mothers pussy. I took a risk and I grabbed my moms hand and placed it on my throbbing cock. At first she did nothing, but then she slowly started to pump my shaft and soon she started pumping quicker and quicker. I knew I wasnt going to last long. I started to rub her clit faster and I. I empty the drip trays and wipe them down. I lift the trays of glasses in and out of the glass washing machine, and the heat from the water burns my hands. I wipe down the bar, the entire time feeling a pair of eyes on me, though I don't need to look over my shoulder to see who it is. Eventually, all the customers leave but one, as is the apparent ritual. I'm stood in front of the bar, reaching up to try and get a hold of the shutters to pull them down so I can finish locking up, when I sense.