" Probably the time I marched in the Heritage Day parade dressed as asouthern belle," I said.Bree gasped. "You were part of the March of the Southern...Belles?" sheasked.I nodded. "Wearing a hoopskirt and carrying a parasol really causes youto adjust your center of balance." I was a Southern Belle once!" Bree said. "What color were you? I wasbaby blue!" I was lavender," I said."Oh, wasn't that fun?" Bree exclaimed."I loved it!"Bree sighed. "But you're right--with the hoopskirt, you can't. .not to mention shes shy. At this point we would just fantasize together, masterbating and talking about it. **(THAT WILL MAKE YOU BOTH HORNY)**!!!-BE CAREFUL-LOL!! So anyways, we had talked and thought it would be a safe and good idea if it were someone we knew. Ironically in the next month or so her ex, well really just a friends with benefits, had contacted her on myspace after all these years-8-. Strange but exciting to me,I could tell she was excited as well!! I havent ever asked too much. Then he had to hide the offending garment. Then he had to find an opportunity to discuss this with his sister. In private. ‘Oh man,’ he thought again, gingerly picking up the knickers and slipping them into a pocket, valiantly defeating the urge to sniff the smell of Christine’s moistened crotch, he imagined he could smell them even at arm’s length, a sweet smell, an awfully enticing smell… ‘Oh man,’ he thought again. ‘What the fuck is going on?’ * * * Along came dinnertime, and with Chris’s. "Would you risk your sanity for me? You did say you would risk your life, but your sanity may be a dearer thing."Harlen nodded. "Of course I would." He said, smiling lopsidedly. "My sanity is oft called into doubt, regardless."She giggled a little at that. "Then look into my eyes, time is short." She said. The voice of the big orc returning could be heard bellowing in the distance outside the cave.Harlen stared into her golden eyes, a task he found startlingly pleasant. Hyandai returned the.