Her cheeks were quite rose now.“This is only a conversation between friends my dear, about a very important human process. It has nothing to do with...our business arrangements. I hope it does not make you too uncomfortable,” he continued.“Well it makes me damned uncomfortable!” Tamara began rising from the table.“Sit! This is important to your education in the Arts, my dear lady,” he commanded.“Flirt is next Mounsier. It is an art in itself, ne l’est pas? Noticing, sending little messages at the. Karen greeted me as I came out of the shower wearing a see through fine lace top with no bra beneath it and a simple white skirt; she even flicked up the front hem to show she was wearing the finest lacy panties.Within the next thirty minutes we were in the car heading to the select address of the soiree, the atmosphere inside the car was electric as Karen was a buzz thinking of all the extra cock she could potentially be getting tonight and I must confess I was curious as to the types of women. It felt wrong, but at the same time,I felt I was more like the desirable woman I wanted to become. I wasmore like John's mum. John's mum wore these knickers under her skirt.So did I.I unzipped the skirt and pulled it up my legs, the silk lining cold onmy skin. It was tight, but it zipped and the small button at the backjust about did up.I put my arms through the straps of the bra, and hooked it at the back.The tightness across my chest and back felt good. I stuffed each cupwith some knickers. It was very strange, and Peaches couldn’t decide whether she liked it or not - though of course, that wouldn’t make any difference, she knew!In late Spring, when she and Technician Barres had been spending all of most days and a lot of nights together for two months or more, Peaches was walking with him in the gardens of the buildings set aside for the Gate project, beautiful old stone structures which owed a lot to their classical heritage. She was dressed (which was unusual in itself) in a.