We’re both busted, so it’s all out in the open and we might as well enjoy it.”Elaine swam up to us and asked what we’d been discussing so quie...ly. I said “I was just telling Darryl about you catching me masturbating in and with your panties, and that you and I both know that he likes the taste of my semen directly from them.”“Well,” she said. Then she hugged Darryl and gave him a deep sensual kiss. She backed up to me so that her shapely butt pressed against me, rubbing against my panty covered. “Uncle Steve! Come quick! The sink’s spraying water all over the place,” exclaimed his young, curvy next- door neighbor. His head swiveled upward past the shorts, past the bare midriff (and a cute belly button). Hanging from a well-formed chest was a cut-off t-shirt proclaiming “Girlz rule…boyz drool!” Finally, his eyes focused upon the very sexy, but worried face of a young woman in her early-20s with light brown hair in a ponytail high on her head held. I thought I'd been doing a pretty sterling jobtrying to patch things up after Father's death, but then I'd also be thefirst to concede that numbers weren't my forte. "What are you doing inhere?" I'd asked, perching myself on a stack of books next to the desk.She'd looked up and narrowed her eyes, looking much as she always haddone when spoiling for a fight. "Oh, you mean because I'm a woman?" Well....yes...." I said, starting to get a little annoyed. "And youreally should have asked my. I intended to wear these pants for the next week. The thought of springing my trap kept me preoccupied for most of that week. Each morning I’d finger myself in bed with my yellow panties on. I’d then take them off to shower of course, but then put them back on for the rest of the day. I’d then masturbate with them on in the evening, pushing the gusset up into my twat to get them good and juicy, shower, and then put them back on to go to bed. Each morning.