..where to begin? I guess it all really started in my teens, when I discovered the joy of dressing with one of my close friends. Like many others we s...arted off slow, wearing panties and giving one another hand jobs and feeling at least a little bit like we were doing something we shouldn't be. After a few months of fooling around like this I arrived at his house one summer morning to find him dressed completely from head to toe in his sisters clothes. Tight, short, sexy little miniskirt. But then I noticed on my shirt. It was all messed up due to the dirt on the vegetables. So she asked me to use her washroom to wipe that dirt clean.As soon as I entered her washroom, (let me tell you that the thought of having her was completely out of my mind at that time as I was concerned about my office shirt) I started wiping off my shirt when I just saw something that again turned me on. Her undergarments were hung there and I started sniffing them to have that lovely smell of her pussy.. I carried her to the "doctor's" office and laid her out on the table in his back room. Thank god, he was well stocked with chloroform and morphine—both had become common since the War.The doctor followed me in, complaining all of the way about how this was his office, not mine. I shoved my gun in his belly and said, "I'm going to clean her wound. I'll pay you for what I use, but I will kill you if you try to touch her!"He backed off and sat down on a nearby chair. He pulled a whiskey bottle. ”The two of them watched as Alice pretended to still be overheated, and that in turn led to her shedding her bra and adding that to the pile of clothing towards the rear of the stage. Alice shimmied her breasts at the men and rubbed at them as though in an effort of relief and to cool off, and the whole room gasped in awe. She again fanned her face and chest. She was one gorgeous woman, and this was one very sexy dance routine. Alice did dance around the stage after that, collecting more.