Umm.. Ellen.. are you and your daughter living here alone?", Chase suddenly asked, trying his best to sound casual but Ellen caught the underlying que...tion of, 'So, are you available?'. Still, she answered the asked question. "Yes, have been for a while now. My ex was the last man to live here with us.". Chase was silent for a few moments after that, possibly thinking about what that meant, - or possibly just admiring her bubbly ass-cheeks. "You said people around here were unsociable though... Fuck him. Or, rather, not fuck him. Whatever. I attentively twiddled my twat. I spread my legs further apart and wriggled my ass to get settled and comfortable. This wasn’t going to take long, unless I wanted it to. I moistened my finger and smeared my juices around. Dip, wet, stroke; dip, wet, stroke. Dip, wet, stroke, and fight to keep my wobbling knees apart. Dip, wet, stroke, dip, wet, stroke, dip, wet, stroke and plunge! Ow! There was pleasure and pain as I scratched myself. Damn my. He loves to wear female underwear. He would even wear dresses if he could, but western society 'prohibits' men to dress the way they want. Women can wear whatever they like. Marlene Dietrich made it even possible for women to wear trousers. At some 'Jerry Springer' type show he saw how the audience reacted to a man who told of his love for panties and he decided to keep his feelings a secret to anyone. This secret kept him single, although women kept falling for him.Underneath his clothing he. My mind started racing as I dreamt of racing down country lanes on the pillion of the bike, holding onto him as tight as I could, with the engine screaming as we leaned one way then the other, the bike snacking its way round the bends.Still touching my clit with one hand I found my other tugging on my nipples as I moved the story on in my mind.We had pulled over now into a layby. I took off my helmet, letting my long blond hair fall down, straight out of a pop video. He pulled me close and we.