He'd gladly take it. He finished up hisshower and hopped out. He suddenly remembered he hadn't given Brittanyany of his dirty clothes to wash and he w...s all out of clean stuff! Ohwell, he thought, she'll do laundry tonight or tomorrow.Looking in the mirror, he held up his arms and flexed. His hair, whichhe had been growing out all summer to look cool, was just starting tocreep past his shoulders. He was a 10 year old boy, but he looked likehe was 6 pretending to be 8. He dropped his arms in. We traded a few emails and discovered that he was curious about panties and sucking cock and wanted to swap. he also told me he wanted to fuck me. We decided to meet the next Wednesday, though I explained that we could only fuck when my wife was out of town so I could prep for that. He agreed that our initial meeting would be to trade blow jobs. But as we emailed back and forth, we both decided we didn’t want to wait for Wednesday and agreed to meet at an adult bookstore.That morning, I. Deciding to call her buff, I request, “Give me your knickers?” She slips her hand into her pocket and hands me her knickers. “I was really after those you’re wearing.” “Those were but it so warm today I wasn’t going to wear them until I got to work.” I laugh. “You think I’m joking!” as she steps right up close with her feet shoulder width apart and continues, “You are welcome to check.” We lock eyes on each other. The stand-off was broken as I tentatively raise my hand under her raincoat. I’m. . or maybe just by the fact that she seemed to be sleeping with everyone but me. Conversely, but simultaneously, I was forced to confront just how Debbie must have felt – knowing that we'd only met in the first place because I'd slept with Carla, the project's initial backer, and then knowing that I'd gone on to sleep with Niusha and Kath. All of whom, with typical feminine logic, she considered to be vastly more intelligent, attractive and generally desirable than her. Which was, of course,.