They're the red satin ones." I was stunned into silence and almost dropped the phone. "Are you still there?" the voice asked. I stood dumbstruck for a... moment then replied. "Y-y-yes. Is that you Mrs. Evans?" I heard her chuckle as she replied. "Well unless you've been stealing panties from other washing lines, it has to be doesn't it?" W-w-what do you want," I stammered. "Well," she replied, "I know you're Mother and Father are at work so the first thing I want is for you to return my panties.. It was what had always been fated to happen to her. She hadn’t really thought about it, at least not until she came to America and had all these new experiences. She had not formally decided that Tim Livingstone would be the first to do this thing to her, but she was neither surprised nor unhappy that he was doing so.Her mother might have felt the same way.Then the length of his penis scraping across her engorged clitty registered in her brain and any possibility of regret was washed away in a. Once she got out of the shower, I took my turn, even though I could have gone to Mom and Dad’s bathroom at any time. I had just rinsed the shampoo out of my hair when I heard the door open.“Sunny, what are you doing?” I asked as I dropped my hands between my legs to cover me, even though the shower curtain probably did the trick.“I’ve got to tinkle,” she said as she rushed past.“So go to Mom and Dad’s bathroom,” I protested.“Can’t wait.”I stood there stunned with the water rushing down on me. "Get up." I slowly stood up, shaken from the pain. But when Idid, I felt something. The buttplug was sliding out, almost all the way.Relief. But it was still in, just a little. Enough to keep my assholedilated by the head. "Put your cock and balls where they should be." AndI did. I tucked my balls in the pouch. Very uncomfortable. My balls wereneatly tucked away. And I finally fastened the ring around my cock. Thebelt was still loose."You're probably wondering why the belt is loose," he said..