I asked him if he sniffs and licks them as well he just nodded.I told him I love to sniff and lick all pairs of dirty panties any age or size. I asked... him what his wife's panties smelled like.(I had already sniffed a pair of her dirty panties that morning and had licked her crispy dry juices till they became slimy again and I could actually taste her). He blushed bright red and said that they were not his wife's but his sisters (my wife's dirty panties).God I was so aroused to find out he was. I tried to go with them. I fell down and the men took me. That day was full of pain. The lines no longer trick me. The lines I see are not really the lines. They're trick lines. The real lines test me with them. My calves hurt. My feet hurt. My legs hurt all over. My back hurt. My arms hurt. My head did not hurt. I could stay up so long as my mind was clear. The lines snaked up to distract me from standing, but I like to stand. Standing keeps the men away. They never strike me, they just make. After a few minutes, I feel my shorts being unzipped and a big hand reaching in and rubbing my pussy. I stand up and take off my shorts. Then one guy takes me over to a little couch. lifts my legs up and shoves his dick in me. Oh god, it felt so good to feel his dick fucking me. All these men were standing around watching and stroking their boners. One of them stuck his dick in my mouth, and I licked the tip and then took into my mouth about half the shaft. He came in my mouth real quick. Then. He hated the thought of being mistaken for a girl but if sheknew he was a boy looking like he did would be ten times worse. "I'm A... A..". Suddenly his earlier humiliation flashed into his brain. "...Emily". Angela nearly exploded, partly because he'd had to tell acomplete stranger that his name is Emily (could this holiday get anybetter) and because of the expressions on the parents faces. It was that"say, what?" expression that people have the first time they see TheJerry Springer.