I knew what kind of panty she wore; I saw her changing a few times accidentally before when we were growing up as kids. It happened mostly when I ran ...by her room window, which she sometimes forgets to close when she was changing. She wore white silk cotton panties, and that was such a turn on for me. Underneath that cotton panty is a sweet little virgin pussy just waiting to be fucked hard and long. I made my way down to her thighs and rubbed and gently teased her inner thigh, the area so close. He didn't think anyone had noticed anything,but his friend Owen had looked quizzically at him at one point and said"dude, there's something different about you... I just can't put my fingeron it." Nick nervously laughed it off, but inside he was terrifiedsomeone would notice something. His worst scare of the night was wheneveryone clinked glasses for a cheers and he noticed the soft pink lipgloss mark on the rim of his glass. He quickly pulled his beer back andtried to subdue the nervous. On the way back, she said to me, 'Missy, we need to talk.'" When we got home she had me come into the kitchen and sit on one of the hard wooden stools at the kitchen counter. 'Missy,' she began, 'there are a couple of things that you need to know about yourself. You are different than most people. You are not better or worse than anyone else, you are just different. You react to pain differently.'" 'I know,' I interrupted her. 'Sitting on the hot seat naked made me all warm and squishy . I soon found myself ringing the door bell of a small bungalow in a suburban cul de sac. The door opened and a pretty thirty something lady opened the door and let me in, and lead me through to the kitchen.As we walked in to the kitchen, well, I was just like a k** in a sweet shop. There were 8 of them, all late 20's to mid 30's and chatting away to each other like a mothers meeting. Always wanting to know about the set up I asked them (over a cup of tea) how they had started up.It turned out.