My friend slid his hands under the waist of my skirt, pushing it down my butt, using a foot to kick it off my legs. It was then that I noticed his hea... had just missed crushing a patch of newly planted seedlings. I smiled, rolled my arm underneath him, and used my leverage from being on top to flip us both over and away from the vulnerable plants. I was sweating all down my sides, and in the crease of my thighs, which mixed with the flowing nectar of my yoni.The sweat mixed with the dirt under. These walls might have ears.” And I thought if my grandfather was paranoid. This didn’t even scratch the service of that. I looked at the walls. I didn’t see any ears, but that didn’t mean there were none.I repeated a bit more calmly, “Okay, what are you doing down here that requires such precautions?”“It’s not what we are doing. But what we have discovered and are no longer doing.” Dr. Stine stated.Well, that made sense. It made sense to you, right? I blinked several times, “Say again.”“It’s. I met my soon-to-be wife Penny in the Navy. She was a Navy dentist, andI allowed her to "catch me"wearing panties in bed while we were dating. She was very surprised, thinking at first that the panties I was wearingwere hers ["How dare you steal my underwear!" she said], but later saidI was "normal" and that many men were secret cross dressers. If sheonly knew how deeply I was into this panty deal, I thought at the time.I left the Navy shortly thereafter in 1998.One of the first shopping. Slipping my lips along his shaft, I bobbed my head back and forth underthe sheets as he stirred and petted my head over the sheets to let meknow that he was happy with me. Running my tongue around and around histhick shaft, I suckled harder as he squirmed and moaned in pleasure. Ihad no idea if he had found out that my mind had been swapped with thatof Serena's, or if he would even care if he knew, maybe he did, andswapping us was just another level of humiliation and control, to furthertrap me.