Be practical……..Me – I gathered courage and said – Mam you are insisting so I have to say it – I loved your breasts mamNeha – You didn’t...even see them if you promise to take this as an adult and keep mum about all that follows,Me – What ?? I am being bold, but mam yes, I get your point and I am ready for it! Please, mam, I am mature enough and know human needs, so please let’s not judge each other………Neha – great, don’t judge me and I won’t judge you, Just close the bio lab door and see to it. But not always - the phrase often just meant "underwear" - but obviously"ladies underwear".Continuing a similar train of thought, another combination of words cameto mind: "stockings and suspenders". It was quite natural that the twoitems should go together. if you wear ladies stockings, you needsomething to hold them up. And I reflected that there's not much pointin wearing suspenders if you're not going to have any stockings attachedto them.Of course, these days girls and women generally wear. Different sizes, some sort of variety. I just want to. . . don’t people deserve. . .’ and then the tears started again though she was trying desperately to control herself. ‘Here,’ I pushed the box of tissues toward her and waited a long time until she settled again. Two tissues later she floored me: ‘don’t you ever just want to do someone Carson? I mean, make love. With someone?’ ‘Someone, with someone, yes. Uh, I suppose, well yes, obviously, you know me, I mean, you’ve known me for years’ I. The receptionist handed her a key and they both looked sternly at me."I hope he has behaved himself. You be sure to let me know if he so much as speaks out of turn." I then watched the bulbous backside of the ginger woman strut through the second set of doors, my cock stiff with excitement in its tiny trap. The receptionist smiled wickedly at me; she was enthralled to have control over me as I sat in silence. Another 10 minutes passed and then the elegant Miranda appeared at the second doors..