Silva and her offer, I laid in bed stroking my thick cock just thinking about getting on top of her and plowing her wet pussy deep and long. I was now...walking Hobbie (my dog) every day in hopes of catching Mrs. Silva outside. She hardly ever left the house, later I found out she was always in backyard doing work. I told my mom a new neighbor had moved in. My mom said she met Mrs. Silva the other day and said Mrs. Silva recently became widowed after her husband died in a freak accident at work. Romantic is a good word to describe an entire bracket of panty fiends. A friend of mine explained it to me by saying, "Panties are the item closest to a woman's body. They hold all the scent that makes a woman a woman. Every woman has her favorite pair. Every day they are discarded, dirty, into the hamper. They are seldom handled by anyone other than the woman who owns them. And panties are one of the most intimate items a woman owns. To have a woman's panties is like having a little piece of. I said. He went out and waved to someone. In a few seconds the bell rang. I opened the door to find not one but three young boys. Before I could say any thing they had entered the house. They bolted the door and without any fanfare, pulled out my frock and began kissing and touching my entire body! Mamaji had shown me pictures of girls having two or three men together ( those days videos were not there) but I had never thought I would also be in a gang bang some day. I was enjoying this. "You're hurting me! Please NO! STOP!" He didn't. In fact he frog-marched her into the back room. She fell forwardbut was able to catch herself before falling face down on the floor, "I likethat dress bitch. I bet it looks better off." "Please don't do this," she begged, "please, oh God, please." Her browneyes were filling with tears, but she could see him in the fading light ofthe day. Tall and muscular, he held the gun in his right hand. She stared atit, cold and black. She knew nothing.