. And I guessspread my thighs. Which he took as his cue, to reach over and unbuttonmy jeans. My tighty whiteys feeling even tighter. Which made him...augh. "Good girl. Glad you aren't wearing boxers. That's for men,babe. Don't worry though. We'll get you some real panties. Daddy'sgonna get his bitch some real panties. But come on. Take this littlething out. You'll feel better," he said, big black fingers tugging myunderwear out of the way, effortlessly. Like they were nothing. Andthen my. I think I miss our special sexual language almost as much as I miss HIM! I grew up in a very small west-coast farming town, and I’ve moved around a number of times since, mostly on the west coast, but also including a couple of years living back on the now paved-over plains where my native ancestors lived freely, so long ago. But I’m back to being a left-coaster, and I think I will always be here. From my grandma I also inherited my interest in spirituality and my lack of reservations in my. I was watching TV, when she walked up to me.“Want to play some Table Tennis?” she asked.I must mention at this point that Veda was on her schools Table tennis team, Her awards took up most of the showcase. I gazed at her, Her hair flowed free over her shoulders like a cascade, She was wearing a tight white top that ended just below her breasts, reveling her smooth belly and navel, she had pierced her belly button!!. And a narrow black miniskirt barely covered her golden thighs. I could fell my. Separating her pale cheeks, her reluctant asshole puckered with half-hearted resistance as she forced the issue. Slowly, yet surely, Leigh coaxed the end of the makeshift phallus past her own defenses, and gasped to herself, almost in defeat, as her lover invaded her most private canal. Surrender was inevitable.The stiffness of the implement began its ascent-- venturing to explore the darkest, unexplored regions of her fiery passion. “Oh my God! Dan! NO!”, escaped as a murmur across her lips,.