Though a series of short, clipped conversations, I learned she was from Zurich and an auditor of mergers and acquisitions for her firm.I said, “I th...ught they spoke German in Switzerland.”“Yes, and of course I do. But my family speaks French. There are many French speakers in Switzerland also.”“And your family is from Switzerland?”She sighed. “I was born there. My parents migrate from Cameroon.”“That’s, uh, Africa...”Charlotte cast me a scornful look. “To the south of Nigeria.”“A long way from. Hey, thats a great idea! Liz definitely knows at least some things about sex and boys. I mean, shes got that boyfriend, Gary. Shes been dating him for almost a year now. And there were those few guys that she dated a few times before him, and the guy she wanted to go to the party with, and another one, I think. Surely, in all that, she experimented and found out something she could tell us, right? she bubbled, her voice threatening to grow louder than a whisper, but she managed to hold it down. Her high tinkling laugh drifted to me across the noise of the cafe as they shared some unknown joke. I felt a moment of envy for the man serving her. I wanted to have those green eyes flashing at me – to have that laugh responding to some comment of mine. Then I acknowledged the envy for the foolishness it was and let it fade away.I turned away and looked out the window when I saw her paying for her order. I could clearly see her reflection in the glass but this way she wouldn't see me staring. As I stretched the Lycra panties over my rock hardcock, I nearly exploded. The sensation of the panties was soerotic that it took every molecule of self control to avoidfilling them with cum immediately. Next came the stretch seethrough merry-widow. I gently pulled it on, and it immediatelycompressed my figure into a very passable shape. I put my falsebreasts into the cups of the merry-widow and was amazed how goodmy figure looked. Next, came the Wolford stockings. I don't knowhow many of you.