After I had washed my hair and shaved as close as possible, I dried off and used a lotion on my skin to replace the oils the cream might have rinsed a...ay. My damp hair lay on my shoulders as I opened the single package of panties that I had bought two weeks before. They were cotton, but that didn't matter to me, they were panties, and that was all that mattered. I stepped into them and knew that what I was about to do was right for me. I 'tucked' myself and sat on the bed so I could pull on. At night, we started messaging each other and chatting.We started harmless flirting with each other, nothing exotic or alarming. This continued for few days. It was one Friday, which is the beginning of our weekend, we started chatting at night from our respective homes. I asked her as to what she wears at home, within few minutes she sent me a selfie from a mirror. She was in a blue tanktop, with a black legging.She asked me what I was wearing, I sent a pic of me in a t-shirt and. Then there is Fauleki Academy in the mountainous Dwarven lands where magical craftsman who specialize in making magic weapons or devices powered by magic learn their trades, their devices and weapons the sorts that can change the very way that people live, if made and used correctly. And then there is Starfall Academy in the human kingdom where a variety of magics are taught and studied, specialization less important than freedom of choice there, the sorcerers of that school coming from all. They always remind me of warm sunshine on summer days, long grasses, chasing butterflies and a much more innocent time. The breath play is obviously very arousing for you - I glance down and see a drop of your sweet honey dripping from your labia - such a wonderful sight as it stretches before breaking away and landing on the satin below. I could have plucked it before it dropped but I find the sight mesmerising, almost hypnotic. So sensual. I find myself unconsciously holding my breath. “Time.