How I loved it. I’d get dressed up, walk around in it, feel so confident, so alive so much more me. The fabric just felt so much more comfortable, s... much more delicate, softer. Like even down to the undies, its madness I would feel the difference even if the thong in no way supported/held my gentlemen’s vegetables. I would swear that males undies of the time were made of cardboard and barbwire, girl pants were of butterflies and angel song. I would take pictures of myself, look at myself in. . She was wearing a sexy red panty.. She felt shy and tried to cover it with her hands.. I came up near her face and kissed her again.. She was a bit relaxed by now and started pushing me down.. I guess she wanted to get rid of her panties too.. I reached near her pussy.. It seemed already wet due to the pre cum.. I kissed her on the inner thighs.. She was shivering.. I was teasing her.. She could feel my breath on her panties but I wasn’t touching it.. Not even with my hands.. She then grabbed. . I’ve always been a bit of a show-off ... That’s what all the ink is about ... Giving men something to look at...”We cut to a fast series of covers of a number of cheap and tacky looking magazines – tattoo magazines, motorcycle magazines, amateur photography magazines, reader’s wives style top shelf magazines ... Each of them with Isla’s picture, showing off her fake cleavage, her tattoos – with her legs apart. In the last image, from inside the top shelf magazine – we get the kind of view. Fuck. Of course you wore stockings. The wide lace tops an invitation as the black nylon clings to your soft sexy legs. She notices me watch and curls just a little closer to you as you keep your eyes locked to mine. I light a cigarette as you finally break the silence with that naughty tone already in your voice. “we were just playing dressup a little, baby” you whisper to me as you pickup a pair of bright red satin panties and touch them lightly in your hands. Almost a little nervously.