" Warmly, the slender magazine writer clapped his friend on the arm. "It's okay, boy... she's all right... no need to get up-tight... just a little ac...ident..." How? What... ?" Mark insisted."It seems that her car went into the ditch just outside of town, Mark," Doc Emory replied in his always calm voice. "She struck her head against the windshield... suffered a mild concussion with contusions, but nothing to be alarmed about..." Outside of town?" Mark confusedly repeated. "What the devil was. No store bought dye could give you real red hair like she had, because as I found out later, the carpet matched the curtains!) and her tiny tits bounced as she walked, and the outfit she had on could have made a 85yo catch an instant erection!She introduced herself as Darcy and I gave my name, and the conversation was endless for what seemed like forever, and the burning in my pants was starting to turn into desire! I took her upstairs into the "Champagne Room Area" and the lap dance she. He didn't need to ask what girlfriend these belonged to as they were his.Tris had forgotten about this fetish that he had adopted in his late teens as he carried the items downstairs. As he placed the box on his bed the memories of those forgotten days came rushing back to him. He didn't recall how old he was when he first had the desire to wear such sexy undies or what brought it on, he only remembered how strong the desire was. He did recall the great pains he took to assemble and then hide. I went out the door to the right of my classroom and entered the small waiting room that was in between the lecture room and my own office. I walked through it and opened my office door, stepped through and quickly shut the door behind me. I then walked over to my desk, placed my briefcase down next to it and sat in the leather chair. I opened my desk drawer and there I saw them, the beautiful red lace that so delicately touched the most precious of places on Ana MacDonald. I grabbed the.