“Would you wear one of my thongs now?” Like this was even a question. “You pick.” I responded. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. ... had secretly worn panties many times in the past, always dreaming of an opportunity to do so during a sexual encounter. Here I was, sitting at the edge of the bed while my gorgeous fiancée rummaged through her drawer to find the perfect pair of panties for me to wear. She settled on a white, satin thong at the sight of which my dick grew to its capacity.. I furrowed my brow. I wanted to kill prince Meinard. He murdered my parents and my little sister. He set our house on fire to kill Sven, only my brother and I were not home and escaped the flames. The fire burned in my dreams, lighting up Prince Meinard's soldiers standing outside.“If you were free, what would you do?” Ealaín asked.Irritation flared through me, fed by my weariness. “Well, I'm not free. He killed my sister! My parents! And I have this dumb amulet, too.” I glared at her. “That's. She won't eat and she's losing 'good time' again! Carole and I visited her last week and talked with one of the assistant Wardens and her doctor, who's overworked and sees at least a thousand patients other than mom. She's lost the will to live entirely and just wants to die now in her cell ... and they're pretty much going to let her." Just do something for Mom!" My son repeated ad nauseum, until he was outright begging. "She cried so ... it just destroyed her to see Carole now five months. I moved my hand further and further down until I got to the side of the towel, I pulled at it and let it fall to the ground, looking down to his erect penis. His thick, manly fingers stroked my face and he kissed me, making me feel weak at the knees. I took his hands in mine then put one of his hands on my breast. He clung at my top and then pulled it off, looking me over for a minute then taking my bra off too. He squeezed my nipples and smiled eagerly, moving his head down to my nipple then.