When I asked her about that one day when we were hanging out the washing, she told me that she hated g-strings and thongs as they always felt so uncom...ortable. When I told her that I too prefered her wearing full panties, she smiled happily, asking "But why, Tony, sure you prefer something a bit more sexy." You couldn't be more wrong," I responded, "I like my girls to look like little girls and what better a way to do this than by wearing full size cotton panties."Things appeared to be going. The bed is an extra large king size with plenty of play room. Both girls get on and bounce around like little kids and start pulling off clothing. Not to be outdone, I also start undressing and getting ready to give the both girls a little “welcome home” fucking. Since this is something I’ve been anticipating I’m already hard and ready. With clothes flying, I finally crawl on between the now naked girls, pulling them to me and receiving a shower of touches and kisses. As my hands roam around, I. That makes me feel safe. Im not alone. But a thought stops me. I am alone. Nobodys going to walk up to Dylan, whos sitting across from me, and ask how his face got so zitty. No one wants to know if Meghan got a breast reduction once they see her paper-flat chest. That dreadful askers face keeps flashing in my mind. His eyes are so startlingly blue. But how would he react if someone asked whether theyre real or just contacts? Why do I–and only I–need to explain my body? ~~ The lunch bell rings.. It was a red skirt. I saw the red jacket, and thought ‘I need some boobs’. I took one of her bras and put it on. I stuffed them with her pantyhose. After that, I put the jacket on. Then when I had put on the jacket, I saw a box in the bottom of the closet. I could not resist, and opened it. There was a white wig and a red wig, like a ginger red colour. Anyway, I tried them both on, and saw myself in the mirror in the hallway. I liked the white one the best. I found some red pumps under her bed,.