Yeah . . . but mostly I like these panties . . . because they are yours.”"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm pleased that you like them." I su...pect there aren't a half-dozen guys in the world to whom you'd step out of your underwear for and hand them over. I love the erotic intimacy of such surrender." Less!" Less?" Yes, a lot less than a half dozen. In fact, I can't think of anyone else who I would want to have my panties off for right now."“I appreciate your thoughts, but let’s. We can talk a while if you want. Sure munchkin, get on in here. You better not get stupid after one drink either. Strutting to her side of the bed and lifting the blanket, she stood big eyed staring at her grandpas totally naked body. Ow wow, I didn’t know you slept like that. I mean uh, um, well you know, naked. Sorry princess. Grandma insisted I sleep like this. Besides you did say you wanted to be like your mom. She certainly never minded me sleeping like this. If you want to. Glist nearly naked more often. I still wasn’t admitting my crush on her, but on some level, I got to the point where I expected to stand and stare at her. When I would stay over on Fridays or Saturdays, we had grown into a shower order: Mrs. Glist, Lindsey, and myself. I always needed to pee once Lindsey got in the shower and found myself in Mrs. Glists’ bedroom door, gazing at her. Sometimes she would have her back to me when I entered and I would be transfixed by the narrowness of her waist. It had been a painful hour already. Most of her customers had been pretty gentle, especially the boys of the village and the visitors, and had only delivered lightly stinging blows which had not bothered her a lot, but some of the village women in the queue had scarcely been able to believe their luck as they laid viciously into that beautiful and hated bum, about which they had heard with increasingly jealous rage, their husbands and boy friends rhapsodising for so long.Some of the other women.