Peter. Peter did this to me. Peter knows what I am. Indian Sex “All right, Panty Boy, take off your clothes.” When he hesitated she added, “Now. Put them on the hood.”
Peter did as he was told, playing it completely seriously, slowly lowering his hands and removing his tie, shirt and undershirt and stepping forward to lay them on the car hood, then stepping back into the light to repeat the process with his shoes and socks, and finally his pants and underwear. When he was completely naked he stood in the light and placed his hands—and Jane was sure he must be smiling at least to himself as he did so—behind his head. When they had finished eating Jane put things back in the basket and returned it to the back seat. Then she reached into the pocket of her dress and unfolded and placed on Peter’s lap the torn remnants of the panties she’d been wearing that day. He looked at them for a moment then, turning his gaze to her, brought them to his lips and kissed them, once, reverently, as if they were a silk handkerchief given to a knight by his fair lady, then handed them back to her.
