" I nod with a sickly smile, and she leaves.It's now me and ten latino gang members. I hear the car pull away. Ican only imagine what's going on in...the car. No doubt they all thoughtthat us three guys had been mistaken for girls by the gang members andother than the one real girl being hit and treated roughly, none of them(or me) were fucked although they felt her up rather roughly besideshaving her give two blow jobs like we all had done. But none of thefour say anything about the blow. I began to have sexual feelings for my step-mother and whenever I masturbated, my thoughts began to turn towards her panties. I then borrowed a couple of pairs from the airing cupboard and used them to help fulfil my fantasies. Before long I began to have thoughts about her panty drawer and what its contents may look like. I got the opportunity when I was alone in the house one Saturday afternoon. I sneaked to her bedroom and had to open two or three draws to find the right one and then –. The point of contact. The curve of a pelvis embracing my bottom. Nerves awaken instantly, firing, signaling, flowing, growing exponentially as if to explode. This time, maybe I will explode… maybe.Waves of warmth ripple from the epicenter, waking adjacent nerve pathways. Molten lava flows up the spine, and along the way ripples flow to the front gently waking the core and expanding out through my pussy. Little electric sparks beginning at my bottom and pussy converge in the chest. The. I slipped on my slightly wrinkled dress, looked one last time in the mirror and thought I looked presentable enough. When I got back to the hallway, I called out to see if Steve was still there but he had already left. I raced to the restaurant which fortunately was only ten minutes away. I still felt moist and sticky but there was nothing I could do. I realized that my thong was missing so I was naked under the short dress. I pulled into the parking lot and took one last look at myself in the.