..just for a minute. Please?" "No! Not my panties! I can't let you take off my panties! I'm a nice girl!" Well, we continued kissing and I ...ept trying to slip my fingers into Doreen's panties but she wouldn't let me. Then, I decided to try a different approach. I told hold of her hand and brought it to my crotch and then slipped it into my undershorts. Doreen just said "Oh" and then grasped my penis in her hand. My cock jumped at the feel of her soft warm hand and she giggled at. I told myself at first that they were looking at Jenny, butI knew better. They were looking at both of us.And it wasn't just the guys who were looking at me. Pam and Karen weresitting together, and when they saw me, they both grinned at me andsnickered to themselves. I hoped they choked on it.After church, "Dad" took us to breakfast. Richard Dawson was a nice guy.I had always liked him. Like my father - my real father - he had playedfootball, but only through college. He had become a CPA after. I do,” he said as he kissed her again, claiming her sweet tasting mouth. He pushed her back to arm’s length and looked at her. He lifted the hem of her sweater and she raised her arms to let him take it off her. He reached behind her and unsnapped her skirt and it followed the sweater to the floor. He unsnapped her bra, freeing her luscious C-cups with their dusky pink nipples to his ravenous gaze. She stood there in just her white panties that were stretched out at the front from his earlier. “Well spill it,” he said.“This is actually sung by a sexy chick, but here goes. ‘No stems, no seed that you don’t need, Carolina Gold’s a bad ass weed’.” I sang in my not so sexy voice.Mike laughed. “How much did you buy?”“Shit I have no idea. I just invested some of our pocket change,” I admitted.Mike stared out at the floating Ice around us for a few minutes, then said, “It is just a little too peaceful here. With a little luck we will get home without any loss of life.”“And how will you.