It was about thistime that I discovered my own ability to find stress relief. Yes, youknow what that was. I did it a lot. How I discovered it was anot...erstory.One day I was digging through some boxes. My parents were away, and Icame across a box of nightgowns. Why my parents had them, I will neverknow. But when I touched them I instantly became enthralled by theirfeel. Silky and smooth, they felt so good against the skin. So much so Istripped down and slipped on one. I was so excited, first. Things were going along great and I was beginning to think that this conversation might lead to somewhere else (namely, my room). By the 5th or 6th drink, the conversation turned to sex and past affairs we had had.While I was still on my feet and able to think and talk fairly well, I had drank so much in a while and I was feeling more than a little on the wasted side. And when I get drinking, my tongue starts to slip a little."My last boyfriend was an ass. He wanted me to do something really. ” “I will try to have her home early so she can get started on her homework, Sir.” “You men think you are so funny. Let’s go Baby.” “I’m glad I decided to dress up tonight; I’ve only met your friend Artsy a couple of times and she always dresses dramatically.” “Would you believe, the first time I met her she was in blue jeans and a sweater. She looked good, of course, but nothing dramatic at all. She does have a flair for style.” “She has done well upgrading your dress casual look.” “It took. "Do you think these," Frank suddenly pulled the blanket down to the middle of Martha's stomach exposing her bare breasts, "are nice looking tits?" Martha struggled trying to pull the blanket back up, or at least cover herself with her hands, but found her arms were being held down by Frank. Martha blushed a bright crimson that spread over her face, then down her neck and across her chest, clear down to her hard nipples. Martha's struggles died down, despite the shame and humiliation, or maybe.