"Oh, God..." I bit my lip and gripped at the pavement beneath me. I had never even explored that part of my body on my own, and here I was being dug-o...t under the bleachers by some sexy guy I barely knew."With one swift movement his tongue was back up at my snatch, flickering around the surface. I felt him pressing gently into my insides as my lips parted. It was heaven.As his tongue worked wonders on my pussy he applied pressure to my rear entrance with his middle finger. I felt him reaching. The romantic panty thieves only want the panties that belong to the single woman they lust after. It's that one woman that makes the panties special.Another type of panty consumer is the man who just wants panties and doesn't really care who they belonged to. He uses the panties to enhance his fantasies; the woman who wore them is irrelevant.Quite often these men have panty fantasies early in their sexual development. For example, maybe a man caught a glimpse of a woman's panties as she walked. Five minutes later, we’d both just ejaculated, but we were both still hard, our insatiable dicks wanting more, more, more! “Come on, guys,” Scott still begged, pounding on the wall. “Let me in there with you.” “Ignore him,” Dylan panted, and I sucked him hard until he almost came again. “I need to fuck you more,” he mumbled, both of us lost the eroticism of the whole evening. “I need to fuck someone,” Scott pounded on our door. “Go away!” Dylan yelled at him, licking at the end of my long. Half way through lunch everyone was clamoring to ask questions. I finally called a halt to the madness. We had people standing three deep around our table. I jumped up on a bench and saw Coach Hope come stand beside me."Settle down!" Coach Hope called."This is the last time I'm doing this," I started as the crowed quieted down. "The tattoos are not permanent. It takes them about 90 minutes to put them on me and then I have to sit and let them stain my skin. They will be visible for three to.