Ron told me they belonged to either me or Michelle my daughter. He explained he had taken them from our bathroom clothes hamper the day he had borrowe... the tools. Ron told me he had worn them ever since stealing them.“Those panties belong to my daughter Michelle,” I said to him.Ron’s little cock twitched wildly in those panties as I told him that. I rubbed at the small stub tenting those red panties. I asked him if knowing they were my daughter’s panties excited him.Ron told me that it did. He. The culture is rich in history and famous for it's artistic handicrafts. Males and females are equal in this society. Both sexes contributing in all walks of life, from religious ceremonies to sports, theatre, hunting and commerce.Airlia is the daughter of a nobleman. She is an only child having lost her mother in childbirth. Her father being older at the time, never married again. The girl has had all that position and wealth can give her. She enjoys dressing in the latest fashions and is well. " I did, Ron, and I'm sure you like seeing Cadence's figure too." Yes," Ron responded, turning his head to me. "You married one sexy young woman. Anyway, continue your story." Blake was getting laid, so he didn't mind if I walked around their place underdressed from time to time. Not wearing a top or bottom, but as long as I didn't show nudity, he was fine. Although, I couldn't help, but to notice that Brian here enjoyed the view every time he got the chance to see me. He made sure not to let. I wanted him inside me, whatever it took. I'd almost forgotten James was in the other room but when he walked in and saw Rob's hands massaging my tits, I could clearly see the bulge in his trousers. Rob didn't stop, not that I would have let him. James strode across the room and stood right in front of me, hands on my waist where Rob's had been just a few minutes before. The kiss was as passionate as I knew it would be, his tongue slipped inside my mouth with such urgency and I felt Rob's grip.