Oh, one more thing. His knowing look was back. My keys are in the ignition. I needed no more permission. Completely forgetting about my sandals lying ...by the edge of the fire, I ran barefoot to Jons car and got in, starting the engine and pulling away before I could give it any more thought. The path to Rileys house was difficult to remember in the dark, as he normally came to our house or we went out somewhere. I found it, though, quickly enough, and brought the car to a stop in the empty spot. ‘Because evidently neither of you thinks I’m bloody good enough,’ she snapped. The next morning, a slightly apologetic and chastened Brian without his sister’s assistance asked if she couldn’t get one of her solicitor buddies to cast just one more look over the thing, ‘just to make sure’. She snatched the papers from him with bad grace. Eventually, one of the new barristers looked at the papers and Cathy’s stressed face and rang the other firm of solicitors, and both parties agreed to walk. It was late when the guys slowed, I lay down my arms up, and told the girls to pick a fist and then one to ride my cock, I had Lyn on my cock and the other two slide down my arm, both Sue and Gretchen high on poppers pushed their limits to the max, urging one another on to get my arm into their ass up to the elbow, the poppers now got used big time as the pressure on my fists grew.I told them both I knew how to help them get more in, telling the guys to lift them by their feet and shoulders,. That sight is burnt into my mind even today. This attraction remained latent until I discovered the habit ofmasturbation. I passed the laundry hamper in the basement and noticed apair of my mother's panties in the basket. I thought, "Geez, I wonderhow they would feel on my cock while I beat off?" So I grabbed them andput them in a pants pocket to find out later that night. It was*wonderful*.Like most teenage males, I continued to masturbate into Mom's pantiesthrough the high school and.