As he headed to the bar I saw his bottom, as he leaned over the bar, Isaw what I consider to be one of the most delightful features on a man:a visible...panty line. I smiled, wondering what he was wearing; thecolour, the shape, the cut. I wanted to know. I needed to know.He sat back down opposite me and I leaned in close to him."Mark? I whispered, "Are you wearing women's underwear?"He blushed and shook his head."No. They're mine. Sure, they're designed for women, but... well, I justsee that as a. All of John's work clothes had been changed with his newprofession, but now also all of his non-work clothes had also beenchanged. The cotton brief he even wore at the moment had changed againto a bikini style in a pale yellow.Michelle made sure that her parents would allow the marriage between Johnand Felicia. After which John would devote the rest of his life takingcare of Felicia. They never had sex, Felicia just didn't know what to doand John could not force himself upon her. But. I leant down and kissed him on the lips, he then pressed his tongue into my mouth and his started to dance with mine. I then pulled his shirt over his head and started to lick down his neck and then met one of his nipples which my tongue licked circles around and lightly nibbled which Elliot obviously loved as he started to moan and his hard cock was pressing through his trousers and into my stomach which made me drive my tongue down even further and after giving his belly button some attention. ” “Well, it is good to have aspirations, I suppose,” I mused. For once I thought I could wrest control of the narrative from Maisy. “So did you complete your college bucket list?” I asked laconically. Maisy blushed bright red against her pale skin. “No!” she protested. “I wouldn’t have that on my bucket list!” As she often did, Maisy regained her composure and turned the tables on me, “So professor, when was the last time you helped a student complete her bucket list?” Now it was my.