One Saturday morning I had to ask, "Hey Sharon, these nylon boxers?" Yeah, what about them?" How come they don't have a fly?" Oh, well, no one makes n...lon boxers for men. I got those in the women's department. You don't mind do you?" she smiled and snuggled up obviously interested in my body."These are women's panties aren't they? What do they call 'em? Tap panties? Yeah, that's it, isn't it." Oh who cares. They feel really great don't they?" I had to agree, they did feel really great.A short. She knew what this would do to her and she knew the price was high for my silence"How the hell did you get this?" I laughed and placed a hand on her thigh; she flinched I laughed and gripped onto her harder knowing there may be a slight bruise. She looked at me with a slight fear that had increased my confidence and said"What is you want Sandra!" I smirked and said rubbing her thigh up and down and slowly reaching for her shirt and undoing another button making her bra show able"The price for. “Oh fuck…that’s it right there…mmmm…Fuck yeah…Keep doing it right there…FASTER!...FASTER!”Seeing her getting excited was having an affect on me as well. My cock began to stiffen as Em’s moans and gasps became louder and longer. I placed my mouth directly over her clit, and began licking and sucking for all I was worth. It was all she could take. Her legs slammed closed, trapping my head in place. She reached down, holding the top of my head tight to her, and she started to grind against me.“Oh. He rubbed me gently until we were close to my house. When we arrived at home, he acted like nothing had happened. Two days later he went back home and he didn’t come back for over a year. I masturbated to the thought of him touching me constantly. Imagining his large hands inside my panties, rubbing me softly to orgasm. When he returned, I was 16 going on 17 in a few weeks. We were all going on a family camping trip and my sister and I were to sleep in the tent, the adults all had trailers but.