Posted by Marilyn on June 30, 2009 at 17:13 [66.38.39.105]
Here's Part Two of Kerry and Sara's story, along with a repost of part one in case anyone's interested.
Kerry and Sara Go to the Movies--And Go Panty Shopping the Next Day
by Marilyn
Sara leaned forward. “So, are you doing anything after class?” she asked.
“I hadn’t thought about it,” said Kerry. She sat in the desk in front of Sara.
Sara was a strawberry blonde, five feet and seven inches tall in her socks. Kerry was a brunette, half an inch taller than Sarah. Both were built like athletes, yet they were feminine enough to turn heads. Sarah played volleyball for the college team. Kerry ran track and specialized in the 100-meter dash.
“Wanna go see a movie?” Sara said, her heart pounding. She’d been trying to get her nerve up to ask that question all semester. Spring was here, and there were only three more weeks of school. It was now or never.
“Sure, that would be great,” Kerry said.
The professor walked into the room and started to lecture. Sara opened her book and began taking notes, as did Kerry and most of the other students. Sara could barely concentrate. Kerry had agreed so quickly. Did she think of the movie as a romantic date or a friend date? Sara forced her mind to think about the professor’s lecture on asexual reproduction. She didn’t dare let herself dream of sharing her deepest secret with Kerry. It was a secret she’d never told anyone.
Class ended. Outside the building Kerry and Sara paused. Sara’s shoulder-length hair glistened reddish gold in the afternoon sun. “You have beautiful hair,” Kerry said. She touched her own short, straight, dark hair. “Is it naturally curly?”
Sara’s heart began to beat harder again. “It’s always been like this,” she said. “I tried straightening it once. Didn’t take. But I love the color of yours, and the way you cut it. It looks so . . . boyish.” She could hardly bring herself to look Kerry in the eyes as she spoke.
“Oh, thank you,” said Kerry. “So what movie did you want to see? I probably need to go back to the dorm and change first.”
Change? Sara thought. Changing was what you did before a real date. “Yes, let’s change before we go. Then we can decide what movie to see.”
They both lived in the same dorm, McCormac Hall. The walk took only five minutes. Sara’s room was on the third floor, and she knew Kerry’s was on the fifth because several times, when Kerry was on the elevator, Sara had ridden all the way to the top, just to spend a few more seconds being close to her.
“Meet you back here in ten minutes?” Kerry asked when they reached the lobby.
“Okay.”
In her room, Sara could barely decide what to wear. She didn’t want too look too flirty, but being too casual could be a mistake, too. She settled on a pair of fairly short blue jean shorts and a tank top with a button up shirt as a cover-up. Taking off the shirt would show off her cleavage and thighs and butt if the time seemed right. Under the shorts she wore full-cut cotton panties with a simple lace waistband. She stood with her back to the full-length mirror, lifted up the shirt, and bent forward while looking over her shoulder. The white line of the panties just barely peeked out under her shorts. Perfect.
Kerry was waiting in the lobby when Sara stepped off the elevator. She wore a suede jacket over a white T-shirt and tight blue jeans that showed off her perfect butt. Sara felt a tingling in her panties when she saw her.
“Those shorts really look nice on you. They show off your legs,” Kerry said.
“Thanks. I love those jeans, too.” Sara decided to drop a hint, so she added, “They really make your butt look fine.”
“I heard that new movie about aliens is good,” Sara said as they walked outside.
“Really? You like that sort of thing?” Kerry asked. “I was thinking it might be fun to see the remake of Romeo and Juliet. It’s romantic, you know.”
Sara could barely believe her luck. This beautiful girl wanted to see a romantic movie with her. Was she trying to tell her something?
“Should we drive to the theater or walk?” Kerry asked.
“I could use the exercise. Let’s walk,” Sara said.
The theater was fifteen minutes away. The walk took them through the park, past children’s playground equipment and a rock garden and some large, ancient oaks. By the time they got their popcorn and found seats, the previews were almost over. They whispered about the characters when the movie started. Sara pointed out the guy playing the Romeo. “Isn’t he cute? He reminds me of my brother’s best friend.” she said.
“I guess he’s cute, but he’s not my type,” Kerry said.
“Really? Who is your type?”
“Juliet is my type. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”
Sara felt for Kerry’s hand in the dark. She wondered if Kerry would feel how fast her heart was beating. She could barely keep her fingers from trembling.
“Bother me? Why do you think I asked you out?”
She found Kerry’s hand and laid hers on it. Kerry squeezed her hand and placed it on Sara’s bare thigh. “Just checking,” she said. Sara felt her nipples harden at the touch of Kerry’s hand on her leg.
Kerry’s hand gradually drifted up Sara’s thigh as the movie went on. By the time it was over, Sara knew her panties were so wet they must be making a spot on her shorts.
After the movie they walked slowly back toward the dorm. They held hands. Kerry paused in the park, in front of the largest oak, and pulled Sara toward her. She kissed Sara’s lips and put her hands on Sara’s butt. At first their lips brushed together as light as feathers; soon Sara opened her lips and invited Kerry’s tongue in her mouth. Kerry put her hands under the shirt and rubbed Sara’s butt. “You have the nicest ass I’ve ever seen,” she whispered.
“Not as nice as yours,” Sara said. She could hardly believe how quickly things were moving. “Do you know low long I’ve dreamed of kissing you?”
“As long as I dreamed of doing this?” Kerry said, and put her left hand on Sara’s breast. Her right hand moved to the zipper of Sara’s shorts and pulled it down.
“Should we go back to the dorm ?” Sara asked. She could hear children playing on the swing set in the late summer dusk. No one could see her and Kerry now, but if anyone walked around the rock garden, they might be spotted.
“Okay, let’s go.”
The walk back to the dorm seemed to take forever. Sara tried to decide if she should share her other secret with Kerry. She didn’t want to scare her away. On the other hand, if anyone had told her this morning that by this evening, Kerry would be fondling her breast and thrusting her tongue in her mouth, Sara would not have believed it.
They held hands the whole time, even when they walked through the lobby. Sara caught Amy’s eye as she walked past the desk. Amy winked when she saw Kerry and Sara holding hands.
“Whose room are we going to?” Kerry asked.
“My roommate won’t be in,” said Sara. “She went home for the weekend.”
“Mine hardly ever leaves the room,” said Kerry. “Let’s go to your room.”
As soon as the door was closed, Sara removed her button up shirt and Kerry took off her jacket. Sara lifted Kerry’s T-shirt over her head. She wore a lacy white bra. “Let me help you with that,” Sara said, even though she could see it hooked in front. Kerry’s nipples were pink rose-colored buds surrounded by honey-colored areolas. Sara kissed them slowly, one at a time.
Kerry unbuttoned Sara’s shorts and pulled them halfway down her thighs. They moved together toward Sara’s bed. Sara lay down and lifted her legs. Kerry pulled the shorts off and dropped them to the floor. She lay down by Sara and said, “I love your panties. There’s something so soft and comforting about a full pair of cotton panties.”
“I’m glad you like them. I have a large collection, from silk thongs to boy-short panties, but these are my favorites, too. What kind of panties are you wearing?”
“Why don’t you help me off with these jeans, and you can see?”
Without another word, Sara unbuttoned and unzipped Kerry’s jeans. Incredibly, Kerry was wearing the same panties!
“You are so gorgeous,” Sara said, putting her hand on Kerry’s moist panties between her legs.
Just then, Sara felt the urge to poop. It was probably the effect of the popcorn and soda at the movies. Still, she hadn’t gone for a couple of days, so she thought it would be a firm poop. She took a deep breath and said, “I like these panties for lots of reasons.”
“Like what?”
“One reason is that you can wear short shorts and show off your panties. It’s fun to tease the boys. And the girls,” she added, kissing Kerry’s lip and nibbling her tongue softly.
“That’s a good reason. Any others?”
Was Kerry’s question headed the way she hoped? Sara wondered. “Well, there is one other reason,” she said slowly.
“What’s that?”
“You might think it’s gross.”
“Why not try me?”
Sara knew this was her chance. If she didn’t tell now, she might never be able to. “Okay. Well, sometimes, when I’m in public and there’s no restroom, or the restroom is locked or dirty, or sometimes when I’m in bed and really lazy, I like to, you know, go in my panties.”
There. She’d said it. Sara held her breath to see how Kerry would react.
“Go? You mean pee your panties? We all have little accidents,” said Kerry.
“I know. But I mean accidentally on purpose. And. . . .”
“Really? I’ve never peed myself on purpose. Not since I was little, anyway. Is it fun?” She sucked on Sara’s left nipple.
“Oh, that feels so good,” Sara moaned. “Yes, peeing yourself is one of the greatest feelings in the world. The warm pee floods your panties, and you’re all wet, and you can rub your pussy and almost instantly be off to the most delightful orgasm. It’s almost as good as. . . .” She hesitated.
“As what? Out with it. If you tell me, I’ll tell you a secret.”
“Okay, you first.”
“Once,” Kerry said, “when he was fourteen and I was thirteen, I sucked my brother’s cock. He dared me to do it and let his best friend watch. I said I would if his friend would jack off while I did it.”
“And did he?”
“Are you kidding? The little pervert had his cock out before I could even pull down my brother’s tighty-whities.”
“So how was it?”
“It was okay. No big deal. I learned that boys’ cum tastes like pee. Salty. Now it’s your turn.”
“Okay. Well, sometimes, when I’m really horny, and when I need to do number two, I like to just go in my panties. I like to poop the whole load in my panties and feel it squeezing out between my ass cheeks right against the panties. As a matter of fact. . . .”
“Yes?” Sara could hear the excitement in Kerry’s voice. It was dark outside now. The only light in the room came from the streetlight outside and the small lamp on the desk.
“As it happens, I need to go right now.” Sara was almost whispering. She quivered with excitement at the thought of lying in bed and pooping her panties with this beautiful girl.
“Go? You mean poop?”
“Yes.”
Kerry slid her fingers under the waistband of Sara’s panties. She put her fingers against Sara’s throbbing pussy. She leaned close and whispered in Sara’s ear, “I want you to poop for me, you dirty girl. I want you to fill your panties. I want to feel your pretty white panties as you poop.” Kerry’s tongue parted Sara’s lips as she finished speaking.
Sara opened her mouth wide. Her tongue found Kerry’s. She explored Kerry’s mouth with her tongue as Kerry’s fingers explored her pussy. Sara put both of her hands inside Kerry’s panties and caressed her luscious ass. Sara parted Kerry’s ass and found her anus with her right hand. Sara caressed the rosebud of Kerry’s ass and relaxed her own muscles.
Sara felt the turd begin to spread her ass cheeks. Sara could tell it was perfectly firm. She moaned in ecstasy, her mouth full of Kerry’s tongue. Kerry massaged Sara’s ass, her hands running over Sara’s white panties. Sara could feel Kerry pressing the panties against her ass. She tightened her muscles a little to prolong the pleasure as far as possible.
Sara could resist no longer. She felt the poop slide out against the panties. Kerry gasped. Their mouths parted. “You’re doing it. Sara, you’re pooping. You’re doing a poo in your panties!”
Sara felt the turd spreading her ass cheeks and pushing against her panties. Kerry held her hands over Sara’s ass and the pressure felt wonderful. Sara pushed and groaned and felt another wave of poo emerge from her anus. As she pooped her panties, she squeezed her finger into Kerry’s anus.
“Oh, that feels good,” said Kerry. “Push harder.”
Sara didn’t know if Kerry meant for her to push her finger farther into Kerry’s bumhole or to push more poop into her panties, but she did both. Sara felt an amazing third large turd bursting out into her well-filled panties.
As the last of her poo squeezed out into her panties, Sara felt a powerful orgasm beginning. A thousand angels were singing in her pussy and ass, their voices now reaching a crescendo. Just as Sara’s orgasm peeked, Kerry took her hands off Sara’s ass and thrust them into her own panties. She rubbed furiously at her pussy.
“I’m coming!” Kerry cried out. “I’m coming, and I need to poo!”
Sara hadn’t imagined things could get any better. But just as her orgasm began to subside, she felt a warm, firm turd pushing against her finger where she had been massaging Kerry’s asshole. She pulled out her finger and snugged Kerry’s panties against her cheeks. “Yes, oh, Kerry, I want to feel you poo your panties. Make a big load in your white panties for me!”
Kerry gasped with pleasure. She began to shudder with her own orgasm. Her breath against Sara’s neck was hot. Sara ran her hands over Kerry’s panties and felt them began to bulge with poo. Just as hers had been, Kerry’s poo was the perfect firmness for filling panties.
Too weak from their mutual orgasm to move, they lay still for several minutes.
Sara thrust her tongue in Kerry’s ear and breathed deeply her warm, girly smell. “Are you sure you never pooped your panties before? You’re so good at it, I’d have guessed you were an old hand at panty-pooping.”
“Until tonight, I was a panty-pooping virgin. I’m glad I lost my panty-poo virginity with you. There are three weeks of school left. Just think how much we can poop in three weeks. We’d better go panty shopping tomorrow.”
“I agree,” Sara said, and sighed. They drifted off to sleep, still lying in each other’s arms, naked except for their white, poop-filled panties.
Sara awoke. She thought about the lovely dream she’d just had. In the dream, she’d finally gotten the nerve to ask Kerry out on a date. They’d gone to the movies and afterward they’d come back to the dorm and pooped their panties together.
Then she remembered–that was no dream. It had really happened. Not only had it happened, but they had another date to go panty shopping today.
Sara jumped out of bed and dressed in light blue full-cut cotton panties and her tightest jeans and a white T-shirt. She pulled on a blue denim jacket and put her keys and some money in the pocket. She was too excited to wait for the elevator. She took the stairs to Kerry’s room.
Sara knocked on Kerry’s door.
“Come in,” Kerry called.
Sara opened the door and walked in. Kerry was seated at her dresser. She was brushing her hair. She wore a red T-shirt. From where Sara stood, she could see Kerry’s long, bare legs.
“I’ll be ready in a sec,” she said. “I just have to put on some shorts.” She lay down the brush.
Sara felt an instant wetness between her legs when Kerry stood. Kerry wore small white cotton panties that covered less than half of her cheeks. They clung tightly to the lovely space around her bumhole when she stood.
Kerry pulled on a pair of thigh-length khaki shorts and a light sweater. “Ready to go?” she asked, smiling.
“Never readier. Where to first?”
“Well,” said Sara, “I think we should get something to eat. A girl has to keep her strength up, you know. And getting lots to eat helps, you know, have fun in your panties.” She glanced at Kerry’s long, smooth legs and let her gaze drift slowly upward.
“But you’re in such good shape,” Kerry said. “How do you manage to stay in shape if you eat a lot?”
“I work out. I’ll show you my routine some time.”
Kerry and Sara walked across the campus and on to the pancake restaurant just across the street. They sat in a booth near the front. The waitress was a cute brunette, maybe ten years older than Kerry. She wore a skirt that fell mid-thigh and covered a very shapely butt. Sara ordered two donuts with chocolate glaze, scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, and three large strawberry pancakes. Kerry asked for the same, except she preferred powdered-sugar donuts and eggs sunny-side up with blueberry pancakes.
As the waitress walked away, Kerry caught Sara’s eye. “The waitress is cute, don’t you think?”
“I wouldn’t mind to see her in just her panties,” Kerry said.
After they ate, Sara and Kerry walked back to campus and took Kerry’s little red convertible car to the mall. “I want to show you my favorite store,” Sara said.
Inside, they walked past the big stores, the food court, and the stores that sold electronics and shoes, all the way to the end where the restrooms and mall offices were.
“Where are we going?” Kerry asked.
“You’ll see,” said Sara, and turned a corner nearly hidden by a very large rubber tree. She pushed open a door the same color as the wall itself.
“Wow, you’d never guess this place was here,” Kerry said, following her through the door. A pink neon sign by the door said The Secret Panty Boutique.
Kerry stared about in awe. The store contained row upon row of racks stocked with slips, camisoles, bustiers, and teddies in all shapes, sizes, and materials. But the collection of other things was nothing compared to the vast horizons of panties.
A petite blonde girl dressed only in heels and a blue satin thong and open-tip bra approached. “Hi, I’m Jennifer,” she said. “Are you looking for anything in particular?”
Kerry was still speechless, but Sara said, “Hi. Yes, we’re shopping for panties. I’ve been here before, but Kerry is new.”
“Oh, really? Well, let me give you the tour. Would you like a basket?” Jennifer handed Kerry and Sara each a wicker basket large enough to hold a dozen or more panties and led them to an aisle filled with French silk panties in various sizes, colors, and patterns.
“Hmm, these are nice,” said Sara, picking out a pair of pink silk panties with a small lace trim around the waist and legs. The back would nearly cover Sara’s bottom, but at the sides they thinned to just the strip of lace. Sara put them in her basket. Kerry picked out a similar pair, but deep red.
“And do you have anything new in full cotton panties?” Sara asked when they finished looking at the silk panties.
“Right this way,” said Jennifer. Sara couldn’t help staring at Jennifer’s ass as she led them to another across the aisle. The blue thong disappeared between her cheeks, which caressed each other lovingly as she walked.
Sara whispered in Kerry’s ear, “That thong would be useless for pooping in, but it makes her ass look fine, doesn’t it?”
Kerry nodded.
Kerry and Sara picked out several pairs of cotton panties, half a dozen that were perfect white and three in a blended cream-colored fabric. They were various sizes and shapes, but each had a full enough bottom that they could hold at least a medium-size poo without overflowing.
“Can I show you there anything else?” Jennifer asked after they had made their selections.
“Would you like to have a drink?” Sara asked Kerry. “There’s a bar in the back.”
“Really? A bar in a panty shop?”
“Really. And they have the best white zinfandel.”
“Plus, the boys who wait table are really cute. If you’re into boys, that is,” said Jennifer, brushing the crotch of her thong lightly. Sara noticed Jennifer’s nipples hardening as she said “boys.”
“Not really—except teasing them,” she said.
“I am thirsty,” said Kerry. “Let’s go.”
The bar was not crowded. Two waiters dress only in jockeys leaned against the bar.
“The waiters are allowed to pee themselves, but they’re not allowed to poop–unless they shave and were real girlie panties,” Sara explained.
Kerry and Sara sat at a table that commanded a view of the room. One of the waiters, a tall blond, walked toward them. He wore white jockey shorts with pale blue stripes. His package bulged tightly against the fabric.
“He looks like a weightlifter. And those jockeys are almost as cute on him as a nice pair of panties would be,” said Sara.
When the waiter arrived at their table, Sara’s face was just inches from his cock and balls, separated only by a thin layer of cotton. “I’m not in the mood for wine, after all. I’ll have a rum and Coke, instead,” she said. She could see a damp spot where his cock pushed against his underpants.
“Bloody mary, please,” said Kerry.
Sara held a twenty out to the waiter. “Keep the change—if you pee your man-panties right now,” she said. “A good pee, I mean—it has to flood your panties and run down your leg and make a puddle on the floor. Or no tip for you.” She smiled wickedly.
“No problem,” said the waiter. “I needed to go anyway.” He stood still and looked straight ahead for a moment, as if concentrating. A wet spot darkened the bulge in his tight white jockeys. The wet spot spread and covered the whole front of his panties. The pee spurted out of the saturated panties and ran in rivulets down his legs.
“Will that be all, ladies?” he asked.
“For now,” said Sara, and winked.
The waiter brought their drinks, still wearing his dripping underpants. “Panty shopping really makes me thirsty,” Kerry said, and took a large drink of her bloody mary. Sara noticed how the tomato juice made Kerry’s lips glisten. She longed to kiss them. But—
“Oh, I forgot,” Kerry said. “This bloody mary has vodka in it. Vodka always makes me poop. I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”
“It’s okay. Nobody will mind. You can go in your panties,” Sara said.
“Right here? In the bar?”
“Sure, why not? In fact, if you wait until I finish my drink, I’ll even make a poo my panties, too,” Sara said. She lifted her glass to her pretty lips.
“I have an idea,” said Kerry, reaching into her shopping bag and pulling out a pair of frilly pink panties. “Let’s invite the waiter to join us.”
“Okay,” said Sara, and giggled. She waved at the waiter who had just peed his jockey panties. He walked over. The pee stain was turning a golden yellow now.
“What can I get for you, ladies?”
“You can get your tight little ass into these panties,” Kerry said.
The waiter took the lacy pink panties and without a word pulled down his jockeys and stepped out of them. His magnificent cock and balls swung free and bare. He slid the new panties up his thighs and snugged them over his balls and cock.
“Very good,” Kerry said, admiring the way the panties held his cock in place. “Now then, as soon as my friend and I finish our drinks, we’re going to poop our panties. We want you to poop your panties, too.”
“Oh, gosh, I don’t think I can hold it much longer,” Sara said. “I’m about to poop my panties, right here in the bar. She could feel the poo forcing its way toward the magical point where the urge to poo would give way at last to actual panty-pooping. Her tight jeans made it a little easier to hold her poo, but the force was overwhelming.
Sara slid from the booth and stood beside the waiter, who was patiently standing in place until Sara or Kerry gave him further instructions. Sara unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down over her thighs. Just then she felt her asshole opening at last. As she stood up, she felt the turd force its way into her panties. The poo was firm but soft enough to spread a little and slide smoothly over her ass cheeks. The panties began to tighten and bulge outward as the turd pushed against her panties.
“Dear me, it looks like I’m pooping my panties!” said Sara. “It’s a good thing I got my pants down quickly enough–I’d hate to get poo on my favorite jeans.” She paused as a steam of pee dribbled out and down her leg. “Of course, they may get a little wet. But I suppose that can’t be helped.”
“Accidents do happen,” Kerry agreed. She hadn’t bothered to stand up, but Sara could see she was struggling to contain her urge to poo as well.
Kerry leaned to one side. Sara asked, “Are you pooing your panties right there?”
“Yes, I’m filling my little white panties with a nice firm poo. And our waiter isn’t being very helpful—all he’s doing is standing there.”
Sara turned to the waiter. “It would be rude to be stand-offish after my friend Kerry loaned you her panties. You’re not going to get much of a tip if you don’t start to poop your lacy pink panties soon,” she said.
“Yes, ma’am,” the waiter said. He leaned forward and grunted. His cock strained at the front of the panties. A little pee dribbled out.
“Turn around so we both can see,” Sara commanded.
He turned obediently. He grunted again. Sara and Kerry both stared intently at his panty-covered ass. The panties were just loose enough to be stuck between his smooth, round ass cheeks.
“He has a lovely ass, don’t you think?” Sara said.
“He certainly does. If his ass were any prettier, he’d have to be a girl.”
“Oh, look,” Sara said, “he’s pooing in your panties. The poo is pushing out right now! He’s making a big load of poop in your panties, Kerry.”
“He certainly is!” Kerry said. Turning to the waiter, she said, “You bad boy! Didn’t your mommy ever teach you not to make poo-poo in your panties? Especially when pretty girls are watching?”
The waiter was straining too hard to reply. The pink panties were strained in front and back with the combined force of his nice load of poo and his tremendous cock. “Look at his lollipop,” said Sara. “Isn’t it nice and juicy?”
“It certainly is,” said Kerry, fumbling with the button on her khaki shorts. She unzipped them and began to rub her pussy through her panties. “His cock is almost as cute as your ass in your little white panties bulging with poop.”
“Thanks,” said Sara, and thrust her own fingers down the front of her panties to rub her clit. It had been aching for attention as she filled her panties. “I know what else would be fun.”
“What?” said Kerry.
“I’ll bet our poopy waiter wants a tip,” Sara said, reaching in her purse with one hand. Her other hand was still busy with her pussy. She took out a twenty dollar bill and laid it in the middle of the table. “If Billy Bob can wank off and put a big glob of his sticky white lollipop juice right on Mr. Jackson’s face, he can have the twenty.” The waiter promptly flipped his cock out of the panties and began to stroke.
“That sounds like a great idea,” said Kerry. She slid out of her seat, letting her shorts fall to the floor so her poop-filled panties were on display for everyone to see. She leaned toward Sara. “But no matter how much he wanks and squirts, he’ll never be as sexy as you.” And Kerry took her hand out of her panties long enough hug Sara and rub her poop filled panties. She kissed Sara’s full red lips. Their tongues entwined. Both girls began to finger the others’ pussy, their bodies thrusting together in rhythm.
Meanwhile the waiter was moaning loudly. Suddenly he jerked his hand up and down his shaft one last time before a thick jet of cum burst from his cock. It landed squarely on the portrait of Jackson on the twenty. At the same time, Kerry and Sara both gasped in simultaneous orgasm. Sara felt her knees weaken as Kerry clung to her, he hot breath on her neck. Together they collapsed on the floor, to the applause of the other onlookers in the bar.
The waiter, ever the professional, wiped his hand on a napkin and said, “Would you ladies care to leave your panties for our complimentary laundry service?” He picked up the twenty, wiped his cum off of it, and waited for instructions.
Kerry and Sara excused themselves to go to the bathroom and change. When they came out, they handed their poopy panties to the waiter. “Make sure you get them spanking clean and fresh—you never know when we may have to poop again. And no wanking in our panties when we’re not looking,” Sara warned, as she and Kerry left the bar.
“That was great,” Kerry said. “Thanks for taking me panty shopping.”
“We’ll have to do it again soon,” said Sara.