This makes it easier to strip down to mu lingerie if the chance occurs!Walking out to my car, the friction of the silky front panel of the panties mad... me harder and I could feel the first pre-cum leaking. Once in my car I slipped off my shoes and pants then put my shoes back on so I was driving only in a shirt, bra and panties and shoes. By doing this I can stroke myself through the material while I drive.We live on a street close to the highway on ramp and I knew there was a layby further. I realized that I had turned into such a nasty littlechild. Sneaking and lurking. Hiding. Waiting to seesomething forbidden or to touch something filthy. Icouldn’t help myself, I just couldn’t.My aunt tells me that she knew what I was up to allalong.“But you wanted me to know,” she says. “Didn’t you?”I can only nod and remember the white, watery puddles ofseed that pooled in the cups of her dirty brassieres andseeped into the dark welts of her fragrant. ”“Yes ... I already said that.”“It’s a pretty big one.”“You were redirected incorrectly.”“1959 ... a day after your father’s death.”“You were supposed to go to 1955 ... thirteen years old.”“Yes, Yes ... I know ... the angst of puberty and adolescence.”“But, sir ... think of the plus side. ‘55 Chevy and Diana Worall.”“The other choice is total rebirth ... potty training ... teething, kindergarten ... Mrs. Neirgarth.”“Yes, sir ... thirteen it is. Mrs. Neirgarth’s picture convinced me ... puberty. My parents had divorced several years earlier, being an reasonable child I had come to grips with the fact quickly and dealt with it well. I spent a lot of time comforting him, explaining how it had changed my life for the better and eventually I did get through to him. Kate took it very badly though as Brian (Dad) had run off with some twenty something tart with fake tits and an IQ rivalling that of your average table lamp . I had seen Kate a thousand times, but only now as I got older did I.