First, my top, then my pants, followed by my bra and panties. I paused a moment in front of the mirror admiring some curves, like my ass, begrudging o...thers, like my tummy. Ultimately, I still feel sexy, even with a few extra pounds and no matter what, I know I have great tits. That means a lot, right? I took the lotion from my bag and began with my long legs, spreading it all over – from the very top of my thighs, all the way to my toes. I smoothed it over the roundness of my ass, wishing. *** My panty fetish started when I was sixteen. Of course, I lived at home with my parents and like all boys my age I had an obsession with the new kit between my legs. I remember staying up until the early hours of the morning, engaging in mammoth masturbation sessions. Having my family round meant I often had to tug when I got the chance, bash one out quickly here and there when I got a spare 30 seconds. But at night when everyone had gone to bed I would stay up late, stroking my cock for. My transitory disappointment at this was, however, alleviated, as the cheeky young minx winked at me and nodded at my fingers, which were still working on her Mom, who was herself at this time back to that satisfied groaning, and was milking my digits with her pussy muscles.'She wants me to screw her Mom,' was my obvious thought. Well, indeed it would have been very ungallant to ignore my new friend's request. And to think, earlier Megan had referred to me as, “a sicko who's looking for. There he turned to a computer and tapped away at the keyboard. After a couple of minutes, Josh was starting to feel uneasy. "Is this going to take long?" Josh asked, trying not to whine. "Not at all!" exclaimed the bartender. Seconds later he reached toward the printer and pulled out a single sheet of paper. Turning back to Josh, he presented it across the desk. Josh took it and glanced it over. 'I, the undersigned, hereby agree to blah, blah, blah . A female of the following appearance:.