She grabbed one of the socket and wrench sets and abruptly backed up as she was getting back to a standing position bumped into me, making her bubble ...butt brush my erection. She said "whoops" as she turned around and looked up at me for a half second before her eyes darted down to the stretched material around my crotch. My eyes were fixated on hers for that moment, it only lasted half a second but to me it felt like an eternity. I’m convinced my soul left my body for a while there.Her eyes. I tried not to look, but I had to because this was the first time I had seen a woman's panties on her body and not in the drawer or the clothes hamper."Would you like to see my vagina Peter?" she asked sweetly. I gave her a quizzical look. She said again, "Vagina," then added, "Or pussy or perhaps cunt. Do you know those words Peter?" I nodded my head. She smiled and said, "I think you might like the word cunt. Do you like that word Peter?" I smiled then and said aggressively, "Yes!" She. .." she thought, swallowing hard. Aware of her breathing and the tingling in her clitoris as the blood rushed to it. She could feel herself getting wetter in her panties at the sight. She glanced behind her to the door, before picking up the photoframe and wandering over to the couch. Emma sat, making herself comfortable and stared longingly at the picture. In her mind it was her in the picture with his arm around her, hand resting on her hip.Her breathing heavy, pussy tingling, Emma couldn't. I had been born in the backwoods of western North Carolina, deep in the mountains.My name, then, was Jonathan Wilson. But it has been so many years since I have considered myself by that name, it is actually easier for me to talk about “him” in the third person.Jonathan Wilson joined the Marine Corps shortly after his mother had been killed in a traffic accident on a winding mountain road in North Carolina.His brother, Samuel Jr., who was two years older, had also joined the Marines, but had.