Oh please, don't let that show on the back of my pants. But like her other promises to herself she wasn’t able to keep it. Instead, she raised her b...hind higher and planted her legs further apart.It was Franny who finally understood what was happening. She stepped in front of the table and grabbed Ellen’s hands. She hoped that this bit of theater would convince any spectators that her friend was in great pain and needed to be restrained. But then she looked back at the line of men waiting to. As he passed her she bent a little further forward, and I watched as his head turned and clearly looked back and down her dress top, getting a nice view down her open top.He waled by me, I grinned at him, he winked and smiled in return. I walked back to Cheryl, gently sliding my hand across her shoulders and letting my hand droop over her shoulder, nearly cupping her left breast.“Did you enjoy their dropping your hot little ass?” I questioned quietly.“Oh, of course,” she smiled at me.The third. Would it matter if a man or woman were to see mein my intimates? Do women actually worry about that kind of stuff or dothey remove their lingerie so quickly that the admirer wouldn't notice thematerial? Well, I'd notice.I never did like the idea that a girl could wear a bikini top and adifferent colored brief. If it bothers me, then why doesn't it bother thegirl? When I put on a swimsuit, I make damn sure the panty matches thetop. It just feels wrong when they don't.One lady at the chat site. When she stepped forward, her mother's stolen panties hugged her crotch like a lacy second skin."What do you think, Mom?" Millie asked, turning around to show her mother her rear. "Doesn't my ass look cute in them?"Her mother remained speechless. However, Betsy's hard breathing spoke louder than ordinary words."But what I really like most about your panties, Mom, is the way they fit so tight between my legs. You know? They rub me just right and the lace tickles the insides of my thighs. Just.