After a football or basketball game they would be in the laundry the next afternoon. They were so delicious, drenched in her sweat and pussy juice. I ...pent many horny afternoons sucking on them, my stiff cock standing straight up and erect!But Auntie also gave me her own filthy worn undies to take home. Sometimes she would even wear them two days in a row or not wipe herself carefully at the toilet so they would be nice and pungent! How I loved to lick her secretions out of her worn panties! I. The kiss lingered. Our lips parted and our tongues met in a timeless dance. Our breath quickened. I rolled so we were both on our sides. My left hand slipped under her camisole and glided softly to her breast. My thumb kissed her nipple. I kissed a trail from her lips to her cheek to her neck. She turned her head away from me to give me better access. I nipped at her earlobe and kissed, sucked, nipped my way down her neck to the hollow of her throat. She sat up a little to help me take off her. The day he abandoned his old life as 'Kayleigh-Ann' and moved to Cardiff to live with his grandmother, as a full-timeboy, had been the happiest day of his life- even if it made his life alot busier.Ian smirked as he packed his work shirt into a bag to take with him tochurch- 'Kayleigh-Ann's weekends had consisted of hanging out with her(female) friends, exchanging gossip, make-up and fashion tips and talkingabout boys, which to Ian had been far more of an obligation than anactual job. Ian much. “It’s taller than I thought,” I remarked, looking up the side of the red-banded white tower. Perhaps ten stories high, it was surrounded by a few smaller buildings.“They built this almost two hundred years ago.”“Cool. Do they still use it?”“Oh yeah, for sure.”“I didn’t know if nowadays the boats all use radio or whatever.”Heather shrugged. “I’ve seen it on at night.”“Ever seen it in a fog?” I asked.“I have, a few times. The beam cuts right through and swings around through the night.”“Neat. It.