That night when Margaret came home she was carrying a bag from adepartment store. She laid what looked to him like a dozen pair ofred panties out on t...e counter. She told him he should have his ownpanties and not have to borrow hers. Jerry asked, "Do they all have to be so feminine with all thatlace and ruffles? Couldn't you find some plain ones?" Margaret told him, "No, all the red ones were like this. Besidesthe sexier the panties the sexier you will feel. Now, go put themin your underwear. She called out again and again. Once she'd checked downstairs she cautiously moved upstairs.As she looked in what she assumed to be the master bedroom Joanna noticed something curious. The sheets on the bed had been torn apart, she wasn't sure what was most odd, the fact that the sheets had been left behind or the fact that something had torn them apart. As Joanna looked around a large figure silently entered the room behind her. Joanna turned to leave and nearly jumped out of her skin. Stood. Then he took a squeeze bottle of lube, poured it on his fingers, and pushed them into her pussy. She moaned loudly. He assured her that the lube was a special product that had a numbing effect, and that he'd take it slow. She actually looked scared. “Okay, here we go,” he said as he pushed in an inch or two. “Ohhh!” she moaned. He pushed a bit more and asked, “Are you alright?”“Yes, but it burns.” A few more inches and he was making slow pumps, with each one a little deeper. He asked again if. Jim set the phone down on the receiver. He was glad that he’d called her. He would get to talk to her—explain away his omission of the previous night. She would understand why she shouldn’t be upset with him and all would be well again. They could be just like they were before he’d made his awful blunder. He would fix everything, just like when he would help his fraternity brothers with derivatives and integrals. There was, however, a single nagging problem remaining. He didn’t know what he.