I Can See Your Panties
I Can See Your Panties I was invited to my boss’ house. She ran the bakery that I worked at after school and on Saturday. This was Sunday though and the bakery was closed. I had been invited to spend the day with her and her daughters in their swimming pool. Her husband was out of town on business and she wanted the company. I was sixteen at the time and her daughters Melody and Christy were fourteen and thirteen years old respectively. Ginger was thirty-four years old and a very...