It was at this point in my life that I discovered a little kink about myself. My mother was not an especially feminine woman. She very rarely would ap...ly any kind of make-up, and had a preference for a casual look of jeans and T-shirts. She didn’t care for anything frilly, and was a wearer of tights (pantyhose) as opposed to stockings and suspenders (garters). When she hung out her underwear it was a row of beige bras and panties, almost industrial by design. She definitely preferred comfort. But it can get pretty intense."She replied, "The most excitement I've had in my life was when you offered to pay for my groceries and then gave me a new life. But it isn't so much that I'm grateful. I am. Of course I am. I'm more grateful than you'll ever know. But I want to be more than the housekeeper. I don't want you to feel that you have to be careful what you say and do when I'm around."And I have to be honest. You and your friends are so free and so comfortable with each other. You're. Go getit. We'll put it into one of the sacks." I don't want to." I don't care. Do you want me to leave you here? Do you know the wayhome from here? Won't you be scared all alone?"The boy looked around, and realized that he didn't know the street, orhis way home. "Oh all right," he said, slowly getting to his feet."Look, there is an old man on the porch. Let's just go." No. You have to get that apple core, and apologise to the man. Don'tworry. I'll come with you."They approached the house, and. After all the excitement, my panties now just felt cold and damp against me so I decided to whip them off quickly, tossing them in the bin. I gave my hair a ruffle and tried to straighten myself out. I wanted to go back out there looking and feeling confident, face my mum head-on and tell her that's just what happens on hen partys.But just then I saw a large figure behind me, so tall I couldn't see their head in the mirror. Before I had the chance to turn I felt two hands on my waist, two large.