His penis had not grown yet to the point of standing up very far, but I knew he would soon begin showing the signs of his approaching manhood.As I had...the night before, I reached up and caressed my son's inner thighs, eventually finding my way to his virginal testicles. When I started stroking his cock with my fingers, he opened up like a little puppy in heat, and then I could see the head, shiny and hard atop the little penile post. I held the penis and balls apart while I moved in closer with. She was eighteen after all.”“And do you like panties now?”“Yes. I actually have a fetish for them. Do you think that’s strange?”I thought for a bit about how much I wanted him to know, but then replied. “No. Actually, I like panties too.”“I see. And do you wear knickers or use them to play with yourself in?”“Both. And I call them panties, by the way. Knickers sound like the sort of things my grandma used to wear.”Panties. Knickers. It’s all the same. I sort of think of knickers being the cotton. Once inside, she removed the umbrella and gently tossed it to one side. She pulled me into her arms and mine went around her. She kissed me hard rubbing her body against mine and leaving no doubt in my mind that I had an erection and that she knew it. We came up for air. "Wendy, I, uh, I mean, uh, we haven't."She didn't give me time to form a rational thought. She pulled me tight again and kissed me some more. This time, I participated rather than just being willing. Before we broke the kiss, I. I stalled by asking her something about the meal we were making, letting the wine loosen her up. "I have fun with them but I know you're not crazy about Jeff and well, he flirts with me sometimes." I almost choked! 'Flirts with me sometimes'!!! Calmly as if it's no big deal; "Ya, I know you guys flirt and so does Connie, it gives us something to talk about." I didn't look at her but I knew she had a deer in the headlights look on her face: "Pass the salt please." Are we that obvious?" I lied:.