I can't remember now what we talked about, but either we had different interests or there was no place to meet. And then a guy sent me a message. I ha...e talked with him a while back, but did not remember exactly what about. So we talked a bit and I refreshed my memory. He asked me if I want to meet him today, because we've talked about it before, but never had the chance to really do it. I had some free time in my lunch break this day so I said sure why not - we will meet.Very soon it was noon.. I didn't know what the fuck she was talking about, Breastforms? I slidinto the panties, the silky nylon of the panties created little electricshocks of pleasure as they rubbed against the sheer nylons as they slidup my legs. Carmel turned around and was holding two perfectly formedsmall breasts, one in each hand. She put them down and put the bra on methen placed each of the plastic breasts in each cup."There is some adhesive in the dresser draw that has instructions on howto adhere the. You could not call what he was doing rape, nothing about sex with a woman was illegal these days. A man could do what he liked to her as long as he didn't kill her, that was the theory anyway. I'm not sure if it worked in practice mind you, as what the cops didn't know would never hurt them. The boy between my legs has found the plug in my ass and so now he is playing around with that instead of fingering my ass and oh god that feels good. Oh fuck I feel the first beed pop out from my ass then. “Let’s hear it.”“Before we get to that,” He said, regarding her seriously, “mind if I ask . . . how long have you been dressing?”“Not that long . . . panties under my normal clothes pretty much 24/7 since I was a teenager, started dressing up all the way a couple years ago.”“And sex with men?”She blushed, “Twenty years, give or take?”“And you enjoy it?”She shrugged, “Sometimes.”“Only sometimes?”She huffed and rolled her eyes, searching for the right words. “Thing is . . . men who want to fuck.