Although I had pretty much forgotten about those times, those memories came flooding back to me now. Just holding them in my hand, I could remember th... magic feel of silk, satin, and lace panties, and also the raging hard-ons I got whenever I wore them. As I bent over to pull on a pair of pink satin bikinis I felt the same heat in my groin, the same magic was still at work. I tried to pull them up quickly to hide the swelling in my dick, but I wasn't quite fast enough."I see you like your new. I like fucking the old-fashioned way.I know if a girl says No, you can't have sex with her. But here she was saying Yes. She said Yes under the drugs, true, but the sex she was saying Yes to was going to be under the drugs too. The permission fit the situation, and she wouldn't remember it to regret it later. Getting consent without drugs for sex without drugs makes sense, and so does getting consent under the drug for sex under the drug. See?I know some of the girls liked it, because I'd see. In fact the stuble was barelynoticeable. I could see the outline of the corset on my body and if youlooked close enough you could see a small hourglass shape developing. Ijumped in the shower and quickly washed up with a bar of feminine Pinksoap and washed my hair with some shampooWhen I was done I smelled likeone of the girls! I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked out tothe bed."Well don't you smell nice Frances!" Please Estelle, call me Frankie I'm not a girl!" Keep you trap shut or. When I let it free and grab it, he lets out a moan from the back of his throat and pulls me up by my ass. I don’t need to wrap my legs around him, held up by his infallible strength. Not a moment of hesitation from either of us, he finds my opening and lowers me on. I gasp as his head enters. “I like when you’re impatient," he says, kneading my ass. “I need to cum,” I confess in a longing voice and he smiles. I’ve been wet for the last hour and it’s evident. My forehead pressed to his, hands.