I am very sorry fordirtying your tights with my cum. Please forgive me," my voice quiveredas I spoke."Oh sweetie, I forgive you. But understand that y...ou need to be a goodpantyboy," she said in a motherly tone."Of course Danielle. I am so sorry. I will try to be a good pantyboy fromnow on," I whimpered."I know you will sweetie. And don't forget what will happen if youaren't. now get up and get ready for bed. I put some stuff out for you toput on tonight. The one cream that says medicating. I was ready to explode just from that. I seriously thought about just bending over and having him fuck me right then. For some reason I didn't though. To this day, I wish I had. He would have had my anal cherry (cherry over all for that matter) and I would have felt what it was like to have cum jetting into my ass. (That is still a fantasy of mine to this very day.)We couldn't take it anymore and finally stroked each other's soapy cocks again. It got so hot I still can't believe we managed to. It was considered pride of country, pride of government, pride of humanity, to be a man's last. At 19-5 (as men called it) the state would be informed of whom the man would desire to be his last. They would in turn contact the woman and make all the appropriate considerations. Movie star, political figure, next door neighbor, all women were fair game. It became a boastful thing that a woman could brag about the number of men she helped bring to their 'Finality'.Well here's where my story. She was masturbating on my pussy! I gasped in pleasure as I heard the sounds of my lovers touching themselves. How had they known? Why can't I see her? All these things rushed in my head and out again as fast as I just began to enjoy the mysteriousness of this setup. Her breath started to shorten as she pushed her wet pussy against my belly and raised herself straddling me to rub her clit on my breasts as she fingered herself. She began to cum, and as she did I knew from the smell in the air my.