So, blondes I settled on Buck as my first choice and talking to Philippe as my backup plan.She shuddered, her coils squeezing and relaxing on sex me as she let out a hiss of pleasure.After watching her sister for almost a minute, Molly's pussy was soaking wet.I smiled as I answered, No--that is not correct.C’mon, just do it….please?Her reply was only OK honey I granny finished my shower Grandma and was drying off when I noticed an envelop on the floor, it had the appearance of it had been slid underneath the bathroom door.In the bath Matt ate his own cum that was flowing out of my asshole, we sucked each other once more, titty fuck then got dressed and started talking shit as usual.What shall we wear tomorrow?On the plane home my Grandpa was thinking of new places to visit next year.PLEASE! She preferred the cheap kind, the ones with a full cut, not the daring ones the girls at her college liked to wear. Perhaps it was the gold glitter on the word Bratty that drew her attention, or maybe it was the dangling thong above it, a strip of cloth Grandma so narrow that Anna couldn't understand how it could cover anything.Either way, she drifted over to the pale-pink panties and touched the cotton/polyester blend. The word Bratty sent this strange, exhilarating thrill through her. It was so rebellious. Something that a bad girl would wear. Not a good girl like Anna. She swallowed, fidgeting. She didn't know what strange desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her ears burning more, her cheeks gaining a pale, pink tinge. She darted over to blondes a granny rack holding ten packs of cheap panties and snagged the first one she could. She buried the Bratty pair beneath the pack, clutching it tight, and then darted to go look at some new skirts.She fidgeted for the rest of the shopping trip, squirming, fearing that her father would see what she bought. But he didn't notice. Not sex even when she went to check out and the cashier scanned it. No one seemed to notice that the machine didn't beep nor that a price didn't show up on the screen as the cashier placed it in a bag with the rest of the clothes that Anna bought.She clutched her bag, fearful that her father would discover her purchase.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Anna CarterTwo weeks later, I was still terrified that my father would find that certain pair of panties tucked in the titty fuck back of my drawer. It was buried amid socks and bras, but was also the last pair of clean panties I had.