Dozens of Panties StolenHis escapades continued until he had a dozen panties, and then he went back to his house for the main event. He undressed and ...atched his athletic, toned body in the big mirror in their bedroom. He carefully took out his prizes: red silky panties, plain white panties, elastic panties… He started trying them on one by one, feeling his cock getting harder. He would imagine himself as a real sissy boy, a slave to his desire, enjoying the feeling of light fabric against his. "Well, I could do for you what you do to yourself. You know, masturbate you with my hand and I could teach you what I like." "So like a handjob that's what you were thinking? Nothing more?" I asked, going nuts now."Well, that's up to you... we could start with that, and see how we feel. Do you know where a girl's clitoris is, David." Umm, yes Mom, I'm not a virgin." Of course, I'm sorry it's just we have never really talked about this, I let your father and school teach you. I could show you. We listened to some blues, and then moved on to country. Jazz was next. Then Hillbilly. I hadn’t had this much fun in years. By the time we were to meet the others, we’d built up an appetite. Upon arriving at the Space Needle, we saw that Bill, Patty, and several others had already arrived. Riding up in the elevator, we all talked about what we had seen and done. Everyone had had a good time, except for Bill. He looked very tired, and somewhat peeved. And he was looking straight at me! But I. The other was hidden, as was his leg, by Brandy.You see, Brandy ALSO was on the couch. But where Bill was on his back, Brandy was on her knees. She WAS wearing pants… tight 5-pocket navy jeans, in fact, that looked VERY nice on her. I say that with confidence because what greeted everyone as they walked into the room was her cute little ass, rising up from the couch. And, in those tight jeans, her ass was VERY cute (made even cuter because she seemed to be struggling a little bit, wiggling it.