I smiled as she pulled those red thong panties up her long legs and tucked them into her marvelous ass crack.On the walk to school Stephanie said, “...When the boys ask you about my panties maybe you should tell them that your cum is leaking out of my pussy and crusted to them.”Between my third and forth classes the boys cornered me and asked about my sister’s panties. I said, “She is wear a pair of Victoria Secret red thong panties with an elastic waistband and lace around the triangular patch in. . and drive her out of her mind? Brett, that’s something she really loves. We girls learned that early on in our relationship, and I guarantee that she’s lying there as still as possible while she tries like hell to keep from crying with joy. You could probably have done nothing else more likely to cause her ... love for you to grow this morning ... or to encourage her to rape you.”Okay. She came to my rescue only to sell me out. I cried as quietly and gently as I could manage, but he noticed,. His hands freed my breasts fromtheir place of hiding and his lips moved to my now hardened nipples. Hiscomments to me meant that he approved of my long dark nipples and that my bodywas perfect for being as aged as it was. He leaned back and I sat and looked athis spit glistening on my nipples.Then I hear a snap and a zip. Ilooked over and he said to me, “come take my dick out sexy bitch”! Istill think I was scared and afraid to say no to him. I’m thinking this can’tbe happening here in the back. “Thanks Jack, but I’m a cigarette man myself” not that Robert smoked much at all.Jack reached over to the glove compartment, “will these do?” passing over a new packet of Dunhill, “I always keep a spare packet handy.” “You must let me pay for them.” “That’s quite alright sir, no need at all.” replied Jack.Robert cracked open his window, lit a cigarette with the cigar lighter, then coughed at his first lung full of smoke. He didn’t know whether it was the capsule, the brandy or the cigarette or.