She begins to moan and her stocking clad thighs clasp his ears. He breaks free and hooks a couple of fingers into the top of her panties and slides t...em down, releasing her cock. It springs free and he just stares at it for a moment until she takes his hand and places it against herself "See what you have done to me baby, it's really hard" He brushes it up and down then curls his fingers around it. It pulses gently in his hand and he starts to smoothly stroke it up and down, staring. They felt amazing! The wetness of the cum and the silkiness of the fabric made me feel alive.Two days later, my mother mentioned to my sister if she'd seen her panties. Little did they know that I was wearing them under my jeans.Over the next few years, I would wear my mother's panties under my clothes and would eventually wear one of her bras as well. She was rather large breasted, so it didn't fit that well, but I enjoyed wearing it.I would stare at myself in the mirror and pose; it always. A few minutes later they return. Marsha is positively radiant from her recent sexual release. She’s wearing her bikini bottoms and shirt. Only the two lower buttons of her shirt are fastened. They head to the marina to shower. To a casual passerby, they appear as a couple. The younger man they met yesterday, walks up to them.He asks, "Well how was the trip?"Kurt replies that it was better than he expected.The young man looks at Marsha's partially exposed chest. From his vantage point, the under. He couldn’t say a word. He and Richard spent an hour, looking at each other, without saying anything.Then Daniel said: “I don’t know why that thing happened tonight, but you weren’t supposed to **** me”.“I didn’t **** you, you did what you wanted to do, as it seemed to me” replied Richard.“I told you that you were my saviour, why did you do this to me?” said Daniel.“Because I wanted, and I hoped you didn’t reject me. I was right, I saw. Wasn’t I?” answered Richard.“You weren’t, Rich, I promise.