Now don’t dawdle and stuff Jen’s panties, so she can fully experience my treat.’ It took her a few deep breathes to muster the courage. When her...hand finally dug into the nettles and captured a bunch of them, she almost let go again, the stinging, burning sensation felt like small blades were cutting into her skin. She bit her lip and pulled them out, and after an encouraging nod, pulled the front of Jen’s panties away from her body and let the leaves drop inside. She let go of the fabric, and. Somehow hoping it would make her contact me and all would be right in the world.She doesn’t read Craigslist posts. Who was I fooling?But lots of other people do. At least thirty replies, all thinking I was writing about them. All being dead wrong.And then there was Elaine. She didn’t think I was writing for her. She just liked what I wrote, and she said so.I wrote back and thanked her, and that was the beginning of a good dozen or so email exchanges. Which then led to exchanging cellphone. Kelly didn't do that. Again, she was polite, she was nice, but she didn't concern herself with things she didn't really want to know, or small talk she didn't really want to have. Maybe it was because we were closer in age. So, when I say "not too polite," when I'd come downstairs at the crack of dawn to wolf down breakfast before water polo practice, and Kelly would be there, a half head shorter than me with her soft tits bound in the tight black sports bra, her chest jutting out into space. .. going to?" she whispered.I wanted to ask, "Can I?" or maybe, "Do you want me to?" but neither of those seemed like the right thing to say. I ended up saying, "I need to," with a little pleading note in my voice."Okay," she said, so rapidly that I realized I could have asked either of the other questions and it would have been just fine. Not only did my sister want to know what the teat felt like, she wanted to see one being milked.It is one thing to come to the completely unexpected and.