A pair of Katie's, no doubt, lying in the folds of the bedspread.I looked at them, and I felt that long-ago memory gnaw at me. I exhaled.I thought the...feeling had passed, to be honest. This wasn't me. Notanymore. I took the panties and walked to the dresser. I opened Katie'sunderwear drawer. I looked at them one more time. Satin. I remembered howthose felt. I remembered how slick, how cool they were.But I had sworn off of this. I tossed them into the drawer. They werejust clothes, you know.. I let my eyes take in the sight of her. Her small tits were propped up by the sexy push-up bra but they looked nice. My leering gaze traveled down her taut teenage belly. At the crotch of her panties I could clearly see the outline of the stolen camera stuffed into the gusset. I motioned for her to come closer. When she did I reached out and grabbed the body of the camera. With a twist of the wrist I dislodged it from between the lips of her sex and out the leg band of her panties, gifting. She didn't want to be pregnant during the summer-months so we had to start on it in May or June. Considering that it had taken her a few months to get pregnant with Olof, our boy, after she stopped taking the pill, we agreed for her to get off the pill in April. That would leave us enough time to get her pregnant during the early summer and I could convert the spare-room into a second, third actually, bedroom in May when business started to slow down.I stripped the room in one weekend session. Now you see the dilemma. Even if I said OK, Sonya never would.”“I know that!”“I don’t think she would mind if you used her living room as a kissing room.”“That’s true! But what about Jose’s parents. They live there too.”“Ask. Be direct. You’re good at that, Jeff. But we still need to talk about erections in public.”“You and mom approved, at Black’s Beach.”“As a boy. Now you’re a man.”“Hey, you said I was a man already!”“I stand corrected. But your girlfriend wasn’t there then. That changes the.