“Boys and men don’t dress up in stockings and women’s underwear and masturbate.” “Why does feeling all girlie and effeminate feel so good?�...“I must be some kind of depraved pervert, a queer, a fag”. “What would she say, and do, if she caught you?”You start to develop dark imagery of being caught, exposed and humiliated. They fill you with intense fear but, through constant association with the sensual and emotional girlie pleasures you’re immersed in, and the erotic ecstasy of pleasuring. As we walked I kept noticing the sweat gathering on their tight shirts in between and under their tits as well as under their armpits. Their shoulders and exposed legs glistened as droplets of sweat formed. I wished I could lick all of the sweat off of both of them. From EVERY inch of them. I imagined their damp crotches and soaking ass cracks. I imagined their slippery nipples and soggy toes. I caught whiffs of them both in slight breezes. They were smelly, but it was a sweaty scent that is. “Yours are lovely too. Your nipples get really hard.”“Mhm,” Eleanor moaned. “Keep doing that.”Her right hand dropped from Ellen’s breast and Ellen could hear the rustle of fabric.“Are you touching yourself?” she whispered.“Yes,” came the dreamy response. “Why don’t you do it too?”Ellen paused, her hands still squeezing Eleanor’s small tits. Hesitantly, she dropped her right hand from her friend’s chest and moved it between her own thighs still outside the night shift. The touch caused a. . and my usual occupation in the kitchen - cooking the food. I remove the pancake and sip the next dose. I form a beautifully round pancake by moving the pan in circle. Then I place it back on the stove. I put some Nutella on the hot pancake and roll it then on the serving plate. One more and I’ll take a little breakfast to Mel. I enter the room where Mel is studying holding a serving plate with dozens of rolled pancakes with chocolate and two glasses with orange juice. She is there, wearing a.