He had bought me a white mini skirt and a pink crop top online. The day came for us to go to his friend's place. I put on the white skirt. It was by f...r the shortest and tightest skirt I had ever worn and had a slit on the side. The pink top was tight, revealed a good amount of cleavage and had no back. I didn't wear a bra but put on a pink thong and heels and looked at myself in the mirror. The skirt was very short and slightly see through. My neon pink thong was easily visible through the. I was too excited to sl**p so I decided to risk beating off for relief. Stealthily, I slipped my hand in my panties and slid a finger down to wobble my clit. I tried to keep the vibration so minimal that Susan wouldn’t notice. Meanwhile, I used my worn-out fantasy of how it should have been with Donny. Susan turned over facing me, and I instantly froze, holding my breath. I felt her breath on my cheek when she whispered, ‘I like to do that, too. Are you thinking about a boyfriend?’ I was. In my strained third marriage, I had also decided to go on with my education and get my Ph.D. Not for my career, but as something positive I could do just for me. I was halfway through my doctoral studies when Eric and I met, and he helped me as much as he could, through the second half of my studies. Besides our pasts, Eric and I also discussed my doctoral thesis quite a bit, and Eric would review and make notes on my drafts for me. We are both writers, so his edits, his fresh perspective,. ?Daddy had to wear them as well. Mother felt that it was a waste of money to buy individual underwear for the various sexes in our family, as she could get all the ladies undies she wanted from a wholesaler!?"Now take down your?panties too, you know the rules." And I did. Mother had been whipping my bare bottom since I was old enough to walk...she never left my behind covered.?I looked over at Bonnie and her friends. They were giggling, blowing gum bubbles and smoking their Marlboros. The guys.