When our guys come back, with some real tanks, we're gonna just knock us down a wall or two, and then come on in there and pick over what's left of ya...ll." So. What do you want?" Ingmar said."'Want you to give up. Want you to join up -- with us." Who's 'us'?" Raymond asked."Hey! The Nigger can talk," Tall Guy said to his silent companion."What... do... you... want? Ingmar said again, hostility evident in his tone.He already knew what they wanted, but he wanted to hear them say it."'Want y'all. It was ayellow, very sexy, lacy brief. And I stained it. So I hid the panty.Mother unfortunately found the panty and figured out it was me. Not likeit would have been hard since I was the one playing with her makeup. Butshe did notice that I'd worn the brief and soiled it a bit.So did she encourage you to wear her panties?Oh, my goodness, no. That would be 'unsanitary' as Mother made it clear tome. She brought me into her room when I came home from school one day. Wetalked about her panties. We. We’ll sit in the back row.” Beth’s eyes widened in surprise, then changed to a look of pure lust as my request sank in. She hurried into the rest room while I purchased drinks and popcorn.When she came out, she was flushed and expectant as we made our way into the darkened theater, taking the back seat next to the wall. Beth wiggled in her seat as we enjoyed the popcorn. “I’m getting wet,” she said. “And you’re hard already,” she continued, surreptitiously feeling my cock. “I can’t. “You’ve grown,” he laughed as he looked up and down my slender body. “It has been three years,” I replied, “What did you expect?” He just laughed as he took another look at my body. His eyes kept gluing to my exposed thighs before moving back to my face. “So what’s been happening?” He asked, trying desperately to make conversation. “Not a lot, mom’s still at the lawyers firm and dad is still an architect," I replied. “Cool,” he said as he looked at my body again. “Why do you keep looking at.