“Go for it…test his reaction, you never know.” The lady held onto her hand as if trying to communicate something, and looking directly at me as ...I watched.“I was just listening to your friend’s story, I’m sorry I wasn’t prying, but I couldn’t help but overhear, and I was moved by it.” She told Lorraine. I folded my arms and thought that the idea of being overheard about something as personal as that was maybe a little nosey? And I noticed Lorraine look at her with affection. The lady was in the. “Piss in my panties!” She giggled.She lifted her ass and sat on the top of the washing machine, spreading her legs and leaning back. Jerry stepped a foot or so away, gazing at her crotch. The thin, nylon panties stretched over her cunt, strands of curly cunt hair showing along the side.With her ass the edge of the washing machine, Debra began to strain. She and her son gazed at her open crotch, then a dribble of piss soaked through the panties. Jerry sucked in his breath as his eyes started to. ”Pamela stood up and then lifted her peasant blouse up over her head and draped it over the back of a chair. She stood there topless for a full minute while I stared at her tits then she leaned over so that both of them dangled. They stretched out further than they should have. I reached out with both hands and wrapped my fingers around them. Surprisingly my fingers almost reached all the way around. They were a good eight to ten inches long from her nipple to her sternum. They were simply. In my fantasies, it did not matter if the sex was straight, or gay. As long as it was sex, rampant sex, uninhibited sex.I had a little experience with girls. Some necking, kissing, tit exploration, a few feels in the panties, even a surprise blow job. But it all seemed so inhibited, so unfulfilling. To hell with propriety, modesty and concern for the feelings of the other.I wanted sex - pure and simple. No concerns about guilt, lingering relationships, recriminations or reputation. Just sex, in.