I picked out the panties and took a few sniffs. This really excited me. The thought of rubbing my face on her ass and in the hair of her vagina gave m... a hard on. Holding her panties, I felt close to her privates. I actually rubbed the panties on my face and then took off my pants and rubbed her panties on my cock. I stroked my cock with her dirty panties but did not cum because I was too young to ejaculate. It was an amazing sensual experience nonetheless.When I was about 14 I had my first. "She knows how shy heis," I elaborated. "She was really impressed to see him there. She saidthat he even helped inspire a song, one about overcoming your fears."Paul's eyebrows shot up this time, and his jaw dropped open. Maybe Ishouldn't have told him that, but he was a big part of the song I hadwritten, and he deserved to know what that meant. His mom also lookedshocked again, and it looked like she wouldn't be able to handle muchmore."Well," she said while standing up. "I'll let the two of. . guys ... who did stuff to you?"Shay's eyebrows furrowed. She was obviously trying hard to remember. Her shudder turned into a constant shiver, and I could tell her memory was painful. I held her hand tighter even though a large part of me was pining to get up and kick the prick's ass."He ... he was in the room, but I can't remember if he did anything or not. Everything is kinda muddy."Mia looked up at me. She must have seen something in my eyes, because she reached out and grabbed my free. She had known last night. She had seen him in the room. He had watched her dance. She had seen him watching her, and knew. She felt it, too.They couldn't talk about it now. Not now. Later. When the voices stopped, when she was done with the insurance thing. When she was free from this craving, free from her marriage. When Mr. Smith let her go. She had always known he would not keep her. Last night had confirmed that. She felt it would be soon. Then she would be able to talk about this. About.