The guy was 40, balding, and somewhat fat. He looked nervously at both of them, got a frowning nod from the male, and proceeded to drape his arm over ...the back of the seat, where it could come into play with her knee easily. "See?" I noted, "If played properly, little fingers run right up your inner thigh in no time. This trick can also be run from the seat in front of you man, but it's more risky. Tell 'em why." I directed the bald intruder."I can't see the man," he grunted, withdrawing his. A hard wooden hairbrush that he and I had talked a lot about using, back then, the hairbrush was my 'buzz' toy, it gave me a heady buzz to think about. He repeated the command."Tig, I said, bra and panties." I can't." Why not?" I can't." Tig, take your jeans down, now. I'm NOT going to ask again."I really wasn't meaning to pushing him. I was truly self conscious and didn't want to show my belly and butt! I was proud of my big boobs but my belly, my butt, nut-uh!!"Please Slick, no, not yet"He. Salty and earthy, they were she loved it. As her orgasm subsided, Paisley thought about how she almost always imagined Tom shooting great ropes of cum all over her. Hmmm, she might have to make that a reality someday.Wow, that was amazing! Paisley typed this after she recovered enough to reach her keyboard. Uh-huh. Tom was still typing one-handed. He reached for some tissue to clean his hands. He was then able to type normally. You should see my floor. I blame you for the mess. "You show him your tits, but I can't smell your panties. That's means you are either being over generous to Mr. Johnson or you're penalizing me for being your brother."I must admit, I did see the funny side of that argument. Was I to support the old man next door or treat my brother with the same equality? What I did next shocked even me. I lifted my dress, pulled my panties down, stepped out of them and threw them at David. "There you go brother. Soiled panties on the house. Have a good sniff,.