" Disgusted?" she repeated, a hint of laughter in her voice, "I'm not disgusted at all. It's not like you were doing anything nasty, just checking to ...see what kind of underwear I wore. I also understand about being horny." I guess you do," I answered. "I found your special panties at the bottom of the drawer."Now it was Lindsay's turn to sound a little embarrassed. "Uh, I was hoping you hadn't seemed them. They're for special occasions. Teddy loves it when I wear them," she continued, pointing. Maybe I could but just didn't feel like it. Maybe I didn't think I was worth fighting for."I looked around the table. "It's different now."Sarah was looking at me with pride in her eyes. I bet the old Danny would have given anything for her to look at him like that. In the end, he gave it all.She got up and walked around the table. Pulling me up she gave me a warm hug."You were always worth fighting for." She whispered in my ear. I hope Danny heard her.The rest of the day was uneventful. At. I kind of like feeling submissive sometimes, like you're in control of our sexual relationship. Almost like I enjoy you going out and getting what you want from another well-hung man, and giving me what's left over."She then said, "You said, 'well-hung.' Why is that?"Although I much preferred women, I always wondered what it was like to get taken by a man. I hadn't told her this before because I was afraid she would think I was a sissy. I'm not one to lie to her, but I wasn't sure how to answer. To her relief, the Professor was lying incapacitated on the examining table, while Ginger and Gilligan were rolling around on the floor. At first she thought they were fighting. Then she thought they were fucking. Then she realized that Gilligan was fucking Ginger not with his dick, which was still inside his zipped up pants, but with his fist. Mary Ann's legs clenched together in sympathy as Gilligan went halfway up to the elbow inside Ginger's cunt. The Professor's dick had hurt a little.