Even when my cock wasfairly limp it would not fit into the tiny plastic container. I realisedthat it was only going to fit in if it had been reduced t... the minimumpossible size beforehand. The thought struck me that I could perhaps tryon my new knickers before locking up my cock in plastic. I removed themfrom the plastic bag. They were lovely and soft and silky. They felt evenmore gorgeous than they had looked when in the bag. And when I steppedinto them and pulled them up there was an. Of course, being grounded gave me plenty of time to wallow in even more self pity.I was sitting up in my room, about two months after puberty first started hitting me, when I first discovered how good it felt to rub on my dick. Again, this was something I'd heard about and hadn't particularly believed. Within a week, after I'd done a lot of preliminary self exploration, I was spanking the old monkey at least twice a day.I liked it, especially those times when I'd have these great fantasies. We just won't correct him."Captain, we just lost cabin pressure. I wasn't sure what bothered me more, Tess not mentioning that part of things or that Mr. Crown wouldn't let boys on his guard. It seemed both sexist and discriminatory to me."Whoa, wait a minute. You never told me that." I didn't?" Tess asked innocently."No, you didn't. I wouldn't have agreed if I knew that I'd have to pretend to be a girl," I replied."Didn't you have fun last night pretending to be a girl?"She had me there, "Yes,. I had put on the mood lighting around the pool and I think they saw it and came out. "Oh, hi, Mrs. Arnold. You look relaxed," Josh said. "That looks nice." I stood up, mostly so they could see me in my tiniest thong bikini and asked them if they wanted to join me. "Towels are over there, guys." They looked at each other and started to take their clothes off and when Josh got down to his briefs and Eric to his boxers, they looked at each other, then at me, then pulled them down and walked over.