I was turned on and confused at the same time, by the actions of Miss Betty. She was a conservative church lady. And yet she had forced me to sit naked with my erection throbbing over her dinner plate as she ate. I wasn’t really sure what lesson I was to have learned, but I sure was becoming hornier.
Due in part to my increased horniness, but mostly due, I’m sure, to the easy access to Miss Betty’s late mother’s lingerie, I started becoming fascinated with panties and slips. Every night, as I went