Sam stepped close to one of the massive green iron support pillars that stood every thirty feet or so, and stroked it with the palm of her hand."Very ...ool," she said."I read somewhere that those were made in a Scottish foundry. Only place back then with foundries big enough to cast a pillar of that size." See?" She smiled and turned her head up towards the ceiling high above, eyes closed. "That's why I wanted to come here. Everything's just soaked with history." Yeah, I know. Kind of gives you. I now have my own pretty bras and panties. I even bought some dresses and make-up. I love to wear thigh high stockings or even regular panty hose. I love to feel the smoothness of the stockings on my legs. I love for my cock to be in my lace panties, underneath the stockings. I've always been told, that I’m a pretty boy. I love to get all dressed up and wear make-up. I like to masturbate when I'm fully dressed in women's clothes. I know this may seem odd, but I find it highly erotic. I’m five. She clutched and clawed at the sheets, and at tore at her breasts and nipples - anything she could do to try to maintain her weakening grip on reality. Her moans and pleading had been reduced to incoherent senseless babbling. She was ready and from the raging steel-hard condition of my cock, I was ready too. So without a word of warning, I got up and shucked my pants and boxers, and moved quickly up her body till I was in position over her. Taking my cock in hand, I pointed it at her drooling. Seeing Lucy in the gown she had on made her say “Lucy, go and change out of that gown, girl. That isn’t something to be wearing in front of others. Now go and change into something more respectable young lady.” Vanessa and I, once Lucy frowned and left, smiled at me. She still had this smile about her that warmed me to know end. Basically, Vanessa was the same person. Pretty with long shoulder length hair, I have always loved her eyes. She’s filled out but she was still shapely and in addition.