Tina started to moan very loudly and kept saying “oh god! Oh god! Don’t stop, keep going, keep going! I’m Cumming! I’m Cumming!” as I could ...start to feel the contractions inside her pussy start to ripple against my cock. I slowed my thrusts down to enjoy the sensation. As I did so I became aware of Sharon sitting in the passenger seat with her dress round her waist the first 2 fingers of her left hand pumping in and out of her bald pussy while her right hand vigorously rubbed her clitoris. I. Have you ever been with a man in panties? I asked.No, she responded. I've posted a few ads myself looking for it. Or mentioned it a few times to people. I've met a lot of men who are willing to wear mine. But that's not what I want. Not someone who is just doing it to get laid. I want someone who is really into it. Owns his own.I glanced across my bedroom at my dresser, knowing that an entire drawer was stuffed with silky undergarments.That's not a problem with me, I said. It’s sexy. I. ‘Hey, buddy. You gonna hop in or what?’ I taunted her. She smiled back and stepped toward the pool as she spoke, ‘I better not. Like you said, you’re not gay.’ Not really thinking of the consequences I replied, ‘Look, I got copious amounts of alcohol on board, and frankly, right now, you look really Goddam gorgeous.’ I spun around in the water and added, ‘The way I see it, you have two choices. You can either go home or join me. If you go home it’s guaranteed that you’re going to regret hopping. You've got him over a barrel." Over a barrel. Good way to put it... over a barrel. Yeah, man, it's all about power. Raw, naked power."You might wonder why anybody would hang out with a certified asshole like Biff. He isn't my kind of guy for certain: a scumbag and a thug, a lout who's as dumb as your average box of rocks, a closet gay in extreme denial, and a sadistic bully to boot. Well, he needs me. I protect him from the consequences of some of his more outrageous behavior, bail him out of.