My panties would be safer under myjeans than under my pyjamas so I was only half worried anyone would seethem.But just as I was about to leave my room... mother called from behind mydoor saying she would be gone until after lunch. Then I decided that Iwould change my panties and wear my second pair of white panties undermy jeans until after lunch. I took them with me and changed in thebathroom.I got so busy doing other things that I essentially forgot I was wearingpanties until I was sitting. Her womanhood was wonderfully sweet. I lost count of the times she came before she finally pushed my face away. ‘Stop, Jim. I can’t take any more. I’m getting sore. I want you inside me now.’ I quickly hunched myself up and she pulled her knees up to her chest. ‘Phil likes me this way,’ she said. ‘He says it gives him a target to shoot at.’ Her swollen, reddened, wet sex made an inviting target, but I wasn’t Phil. ‘Put your legs down and bend your knees.’ I slid into the warm cradle she. He nodded and composed himself, mulling over the things he wanted to say. “I’ll try, but some of it is ... difficult to explain.”“If that’s your way of telling me I might be to young to understand, I’ve had to do a lot of growing up in the last two days. When we get to those points, tell me and we’ll talk it out to make sure we’re on the same page. To put it in perspective, I’d rather you told me the stark truth than sugar coat it. You didn’t sugar-coat it on Tuesday. I’d rather be revolted by. She pulled back the covers of their California-king bed. As she eased in, she thought about her life and how far she’d come from that 2-stop-light town. She was happy with her life - the k**s, the career, Irv, & even Freddie. Some people might judge her, but she was unconcerned. She was happy to support his desire because he was an excellent provider and took postings to allow her to earn her graduate degrees. She switched off the lamp and closed her eyes.On the third floor, Freddie was.