"Well, do you have something in mind"?"Nothing really, I don't know." Well, what color or type of pantie do you like? I have full briefs,bikinis, boy ...horts, and even thongs!"Mom, just a regular pair." Well ok. How about this?"She opened her "naughty" drawer and pulled out from the back a pair ofpanties which were quite feminine. They were a white sheer lace, withlittle purple and yellow flowers.'this is one my favorites."Billy, in desperation, quickly agreed."Yes, they are a very pretty pair. When I told Misty I saw the first real smile on her face since I had met her. I really wished I were a few years younger. But I had gathered she was about twenty. I'm thirty-eight, almost old enough to be her dad.We couldn't leave Plymouth until four in the afternoon as I had to have my legal break before I could drive again. So we walked to a nearby Supermarket that luckily had a clothing department; Misty had nothing but the clothes she stood up in. Two hours later with a couple of hundred. He moaned softly, as my tongue licked and lapped at that massive piece of steel rod.I felt intoxicated; light headed and lost in black cock lust. I felt his hand on my head, pulling my mouth away from his hard dick. But then he moved his hips and his hardening cock appeared even bigger and thicker than before. He held himself at the base, and with his hand guiding my head, offered it to my wet mouth. I licked the thick head and tasted a slick, sweet drop of his pre cum.I wanted to shove my. "Hi, Sean?" It was Tracy Evanson's voice. "Ow! No, I'm talking to him now," she said, her voice muffled as she held the phone away from somebody for a moment."Hello?" I didn't want to end the call, but this was getting expensive for no real reason. I had thought I was going to have a nice conversation with Luscious, and here I was trying to referee a wrestling match by long-distance."Sean?" Tracy sounded like she was struggling to keep the phone. "If Kayla doesn't want you, will you ask me.