The panties proved to be more difficult. She slipped the cool fabric slowly up her long shapely legs, the silken touch raising goosebumps of sensual p...easure. She was starting to think her mother was right, this was even better than being nude! A small triangle of the same sheer black silk fit snugly into her crotch, cupping her pussy mound and molding itself to her crack just as it had to her tits. Gwen suddenly wondered if this particular outfit had ever been tried on before, if it had. " Well..." I guessed hormones," Sophie laughed. Eric looked at her, startled. "I think I was right." Yeah, what would you know about it? You've been getting it regularly since you were twelve!" There are times when it hasn't been as regular as you think," Sophie laughed. "It's kind of hard to have regular sex when you're juggling school and skating and a baby--and your husband is in a knee brace. Trust me, I know all about hormones and frustration." OK, but at least you know it's temporary.". I know I've read some CDstories before in Literotica and he was right; there are a lot of names you can call it. I quickly ranthrough some of the more popular ones in my head; cockette, girly-cock, and of course, clit. As I'vesaid before I don't have the biggest piece of equipment, five inches more or less.Throwing caution to the wind I said, "Hank honey, I think I'll let you name it."He smiled. "I'll think on it and let you know." Then he dropped his head down and started sucking me.He'd. It was always in the evening, or after school when they had my full attention. It progressed to sitting on my lap and touching me. No man can prevent getting turned on with this going on. I felt like I was their sex toy for them to play with….and I was. After school was just a warm up for them. They would make sure the door was locked and crawl all over me on the couch. Kissing me and feeling me under my shirt and feeling my cock over my jeans. That particular afternoon they were very.