.. Stacy holds the nylon garment out at arms length in front of her. She examines it with complete, naively-depraved fascination. Her fingers run alon... the edges of the material, feeling its soft, luxurious texture. An intense excitement scurries around inside Stacy's belly. The more she plays with the wet material, the more this anxious and pleasurable feeling expands inside her. Should I smell them? Stacy inches the panties closer to her face, playing with the taboo idea. Her tight g-string. She had pulled her hair back on the sides and told me, "I fixed my hair like this so you'll be able to see my mouth getting fucked by black cock." My cock was ready to rip out of my pants.The doorbell rang and Tina said, "God, I just hope he's got a really big dick - he's pretty dark so I already know his dick will be coal black - that's what will make it good, if it's really big and really black."I answered the door and invited James in. He barely got in the door and Tina was on him. She knelt. I had always liked Mr Chambers, I had seen him watching me many times before, I had set up being in the shower on purpose just so he could see me, I knew he liked younger men. Somebody had also told me that he liked to wear women's panties, this was something I had to find out, it was my biggest fetish. We walked out of the changing rooms, I really wanted him to hold me again. It was then I admitted to him that I liked to wear girls panties, usually my sister's. He looked at me and smiled, he. They could be seen as mitigating the rigors of Valley Forge and bringing food and supplies to the suffering Continental Army. I could now see them as “backing up” their owners on the battlefield bringing ammunition and powder to help them fight and digging holes for their protection against the British Artillery or for graves for the fallen. They fed the horses and helped set up the tents to protect the soldiers from the bitter cold of winter. I noticed that they blended in well with my Indian.