Every now and then she would stand on it with any panties. She always smiled at me when she pushed the button.We went back to my office and looked at ...her pictures. Then Kristina said, “Post them. Post all of them. I want the world to look up my skirt.”I listed them all under the heading of K’s Panties.The next day was Sunday and when we checked my web site we found that her pictures had been hit pretty good with lots of comments about wanting to see her face or to fuck her.Kristina asked, “What. Me,” he ended his incomplete phrase.“And what?” One asked adamantly, signaling Three to give Mark another firm yank on each of his buttocks.“Fuck!” came as the first time the palm connected with the cheek and, “Me!” with the second. “And fill me up with your seed. Inseminate my bowels!” he finally uttered.“Atta boy,” One commented, grinning.He took Mark's wrist into his iron grip and yanked him around violently so Mark landed on his posterior.“Your ass is mine,” One snuffled and made Mark. We were headed to regionals next week.I spent the night Saturday at Donna’s. She spent the night with Nanette and Beca. I just needed a place where I could sink into oblivion for a few hours. I didn’t want a girlfriend with me or anything else. I took one of the upstairs bedrooms and turned on the TV. Discovered Donna has cable for the TVs in all rooms and I found an old movie.Ha! Old movie. V1 thought I was looking for something from the thirties or forties. William Powell and Myrna Loy as. The gusset of her white, sensible panties was slightly stained and I glanced questioning her. She told me she’d just started. For fucks sake I’d never been asked ... or told to change her pads. She drew her legs high, the rear straps carving beautiful curves over her fleshy butt, the existing pad protruding either side of the cotton panty edges.I reckoned the correct way would be to remove her knickers, so I grasped the top under her bum and eased them down. The pad fell away with them, badly.