He read for a few minutes in peace, resisting the temptation to lower the paper and take a better look at his new table companion.“Shame about that ...ank,” she said.Andrew lowered the paper and gave a quizzical looked at his new companion. She smiled back at him. She had a bewitching smile that seemed to radiate more from her deep-blue eyes than her pouty, sexy mouth.“I read the article before class this morning. I’m studying for my MBA in finance at the University,” She said.“Well, they got. “Just when we began to feel that we couldn’t go on; we reached the Carson River which marked the end of the Forty Mile Desert. After a two day stop over along the banks of the river, we started west once again. Our last obstacle, the Sierra Nevada Mountain range loomed in the distance. The route became increasingly more difficult as we climbed through the foothills. We were saved the ordeal of climbing over the crest of the mountains by following a series of valleys which meandered through the. Understanding slowly dawned on him. He was staring at a frilly, pink bra and matching pink panties.“What? These are a girl’s underwear?” Jeffry exclaimed. “You want me to wear a bra and panties?” he asked incredulously.“Look if you want to touch my cock again, you are going to have to pretend to be girl. That is the only way I can do it. I can’t get it hard for a boy, but if I think of you as a girl, it should work.”“Oh, I get it!” Jeffry exclaimed. “If I’m a girl, it wouldn’t be ‘gay’, or. He puts your bra, blouse and trousers on the side and then bends to retrieve your panties. As if in slow motion, he picks them up and then looks at you before returning his attention to the delicate fabric – you know they are damp, you know they are full of your aroma, you know he can smell it and then unbelievably, as he still looks you in the eye, he raises them to his face and inhales your smell before you see his tongue flick out to taste you. You feel giddy, you cannot believe this is.