One day Lynn left early from her house to go to class and she forgot her artnotes for a quiz that she had today. She got back to the house and heard s...meloud noises upstairs in Tiffany's bedroom. She thought Tiffany was gettinglaid by her boyfriend and they were just having some good sex. As she walkedup the steps she heard another female voice screaming Tiffany's name. The doorwas partially open and Lynn could see something in the mirror that was by thebed. As Lynn looked closer she could see. I also noticed the absence of a pecker (I hadn't begun to refer to it as a cock or a prick).I was captivated, and the barrage of questions began."Aunt Florence, why are your underpants pink? Why can I see through them? What happened to your thing, you know, what you use to pee?"Florence was used to my persistent questions. She responded as with any other of my Q&A sessions. "Not so fast Bobby. One question at a time. Let's see, women call them panties or lingerie, not underpants. Men and. That bathroom is also the bathroom that I use while I'm there. She has a hamper in the bathroom that has all of her sweaty gym clothes in it, so every time I go over there, there is always sweaty gym panties. However, if I'm there when she gets home, I only have to wait a few minutes after she gets out of the shower to go in and smell some fresh sweaty panties from the gym. When she gets out of the shower, she either wears a thin robe where I can see her pokey nipples or a tee shirt with no. After what was probably ten orfifteen minutes of steady going, Alex raised himself up and began goingfaster. He also pulled my legs up and put my ankles on his shoulders.Holy hell did that let him go deep in me! Wow! I just held on as heplayed me like some kind of sissy violin. It didn't take long beforethe angle and pace had me building up."Sir, I'm going to cum! Please may I cum?" I moaned my eyes closed inecstasy.Alex replied through gritted teeth, "Not yet, hold on a little bit,girl." Yes,.