She scratched her nails against the concrete floor in an effort not to cry out. In moments her entire body was coated in perspiration, her breath pant...ng against the silence. As the pain subsided, Azalea eased herself to ground and lay on her side. For several minutes her mind was blank. What happened? Slowly she recalled the big golden haired man. Buckley. Buckley and his enormously angry phallus. Something happened when he tried to penetrate her. Azalea wished she her mind hadn’t been so. Sometimes, he would sniff and chew on my panties as I sucked him off. It turned me on that he loved my panties so much.I often wondered what it was exactly about filthy panties that turned men on. I had read somewhere that some women loved the smell of used stained panties too. This intrigued me and I often considered smelling my own panties. I would bring them close to me and then get grossed out and never complete the task.One evening, I dropped off Steve at the airport. He had to go out of. ’ Cindy said, punctuating each word. ‘And, it’s red-neck bigots that REALLY don’t matter. Ignore them. Love matters. Is it love, Betty?’ The girl smiled. ‘Oh yes. Yes, it is.’ ‘Then I’m really happy for you.’ Betty seized Cindy’s hand and held it in both of hers. ‘Oh gosh, I can’t even explain it! We split a sandwich and we had a couple drinks, and then I told her that I wanted to take her to a hotel room, and she got all nervous and smiled and said that she’d never ever done anything like that. “Beth and I should start soon, possibly tomorrow. We’re usually within a day of each other.”“I’m due late next week,” Mom said.“That’s all of us in just a week or so. That’s handy, as it leaves lots of room for ToC. My second request, one that I’ve only just formulated, is that ToC always start clothed, as we are tonight. I would prefer that we adopt a rule that clothing for ToC should be ... uh ... provocative. Does anyone have objection to that request?”I jumped in immediately. “I don’t have.