. white stockings... and a newpair of lace white panties."Put it all on darling," Jody whispered. In her eyes was a look ofdesire I'd never seen befor.... "Please, for me." "I'll look ridiculous," I protested."I'll be the judge of that," she said. "The way you're built, you're soslender... something tells me you're going to make a better woman thanyou are a man."My head spinning in confusion, I climbed nervously out of bed. Half ofme was terrified of the thought of putting on women's lingerie.... Please don’t send me away again, Demon Ramie. I am so sorry. Please let me come home.“Miranda?”Demon Ramie. Dear sweet Friend Ramie. I am sorry I was angry. Please let me stay with you forever.“You’re back! Oh Miranda, I am so glad you have come back.”Katie, completely unaware of what was going on in my head, had redoubled her efforts on my pussy and my body was rapidly reaching its second climax.You have used my fingers in my privities to call me back. Oh, thank you, Friend Ramie. I feel the. Sue hesitated and mumbled, “I can't, it's wrong. I really can't, it’s so wrong.” But, despite her protestations, she didn't try to push him away; she longed to feel his hands on her body, knew she wanted to submit to his desire, her desire. He slid a hand inside her knickers and felt the soft downy pusy hair. He stroked it and slid further down to the bulge of her pussy and her lips. His fingers traced the outside and she moaned. She reluctantly broke away from his caress. He watched as her. It was on the ground floor of an old wooden house with a factory on one side and a scrap yard on the other. The interior was plain but pleasant, and several subway lines provided fast access into Manhattan. On days when Michelle had to be at work, Judy could have the place for herself. And yet she sometimes felt out of sorts there, at loose ends. She read at times and listened to Michelle's record collection. Twice her friend left joints behind for her to smoke and she sat on the couch wearing.