The dealer was asking six hundred, but Dani talked him down to five. At the last minute, B said, "D, please put it in your name, and I can borrow it u...til I can buy my own." No, I'm putting it in your name, and that's final." But." B, I'll explain it to you later, but right now we need to get this done."The salesman wanted to set them up with a financing deal, but Dani said, "Sign the title, and take my cash or let us go. We have things to do."B drove her car and followed Dani over to her home,. With the panties in yourmouth. After five minutes you may take them out and put them in yourpocket. You are going to need them. See, when we meet next you will bewearing them."All the while during that speech she had been rubbing my now hard penis.She undid my belt and pants and let them drop around my ankles. Sheopened the door and left.A WEEK LATERA week later I was sitting on a sofa across from her. My hard penis wastrapped by the pink nylon panties."Have you ever worn a pair of panties. Kartik: Excuse me?Kavita: Hahaha.Kartik: What was the gift, Mom?Kavita: You.Kartik: What?!Kavita: You! You were gifted to me!Kartik: Oh. Yeah? So, I was a special offering from Dad on your birthday.“Hahaha. Well, yes. And, I was thinking about how I got you,” my mom stopped abruptly, kissing me on my lips, rubbing her hand just over my crotch. She showed me an old photo on Facebook.However inappropriate it was, my mom showering physical and sensual love on me had become a very common deed over. A few minutes later, I had a weird feeling that someone was watching me. Discreetly looking to my left, I noticed that standing by the window on the second floor of our neighbor’s house was Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson was a pale man who is sixty-years old. He’s about six feet tall, has thick grey hair, and he’s slightly overweight. He and his wife lived with their only son next door. They’ve always been very polite towards my family, but I never really see them out that much. Now, I’ve always had.