I must have been 6 or 7 when my mother took me to visit a cousin of hers.Even that young, I understood the house was small, dreary, shabby. Her cousin... had served us boiled hot dogs, the first time I’d ever had one. A slice of white bread wrapped around it. On the ride home, Mom turned to me, strapped in the back and said, “Claire gave us what she could afford. What she knew how to do.”Daddy, behind the wheel, nodded.Half Nelson: Lab mice who drink doxycycline live longer. Young boys?I guess. Ray looked at his daughter and told her to go home. Jenny left the three adults in Bob’s office. She was crying. Once Jenny was gone Ray turned to Barb and said: “Now that Jenny has gone ... damn Barb you look so good in that towel and I know you look even better without it. I would really like it if you stood up and let it drop to the floor.”Barb didn’t move. She held the towel tight around her tits. The towel was open about 5 inches at the bottom showing off her thighs. She saw where Ray was. My cock was so hard.I sat him on the edge of my bed and he stared at my crotch as I undid my pants and let them fall to the floor. I just stood there for a moment and watched him watch me. I stepped closer to him and he reached out and lightly stroked my thighs, never taking his eyes off my hard cock. I put my hand on the back of his head and moved his face to my dick. I watched him close his eyes and exhale sharply, he must of wanted this so bad. With his eyes closed, he rubbed his face on my. A sexy little tennis dress… G-strings, boyshorts, hi-cuts, lo-cuts.The collection went in a fit of guilt. Then more guilt a day later when I realised what I had done! Then slowly the real you emerges. It taps you on the shoulder like a little version of yourself in a pair of slinky stockings, satin panties, a bra. Maybe even a slinky soft slip. I call her my inner panty goddess or panty slut depending what mood she is in.  She whispers in your ear, remember the real you includes me. .