He said he would be wearing his younger sisters tight cotton panties under his clothing. He also explained that he had just turned 18 last week and ha... wanted to do this for some time, but waited till he was 18 for legal reasons. He had said that he would do whatever you wanted him to do, and that although he may cry, whimper, or pull away, that you should pay no attention to that and use him however you liked.I couldn't believe this was really happening. The email never mentioned him being. Gin was preoccupied by the thought of actually making love to Aren. Being so intimately connected was a new thing for her. She had previously been a blow job girl. Now this? She had always hoped there would eventually be a guy she actually wanted to go further with, and she knew Aren was the answer to that hope. Still, it was a lot to take in. Aren was engrossed in similar thoughts. He was trying to read Gin to see if it was the night to make a real move. He had been holding back because for. He could figure out how to use them later.Three hundred dollars left. That should cover two more nights in this fleabag hotel, with enough left over for mels. First objective: get some kind of job until the bucks started rolling in from all the lonely broads.They had laughed at him. Just three short weeks ago he had still been walking the halls of Warren Harding High, enduring the taunts and snickers of his classmates. Supernerd, they called him. Well, anyone with more of an interest in reading. The girls continued gigglingand partying into the night feeling glad to have a day away fromschool. They partied so long; however, that they fell asleep fromexhaustion and Sandra forgot to take her panty off.When Sandra woke the next morning, she felt like throwing up.Her head throbbed and her stomach felt like she had been kickedby a mule. ?What?s wrong with me,? she asked. ?I never drink, but I think this is what a hangover feels like.? As Sandra got out of bed, Mina put her hand over her.