Immediately she looked at me, and I continued to have my drink. I continued to rub her soft thighs and pressed it slowly. All of a sudden, I had an id...a. I slowly started to move my hand up her thighs and went inside her dress.She continued to look at me, wondering what I was doing. She tried to remove my hand, but I continued to move it further. I now reached her panty and started to rub her pussy over her panty. I felt her soft pussy lips and caressed them slowly. Sheetal was pretty shocked. Why? Because as long as I'm wearing clothes, I can almost pretend I'm aregular girl.When I'm nude, I cant hide from my flaws, especially the one between mylegs that never lets me forget I'm not ... regular.It used to be worse - before I started taking hormones, I could hardlystand to look at myself even dressed, but with my breasts coming in alittle, now if I wear the right kind of clothes I guess there are worselooking women out there.But naked, all I see is the ugly bits, so I just dont go. "Pledge, where are your clothes?" she had bellowed at me. I showed her my bracelet. "Oh, you're THAT one," she had muttered and looked up to see Sam staring icily at her. Meekly, "Sister Samantha, it is so good to see you again, this is your daughter?" Raluca, let us get something straight from the beginning, Greta is my daughter, and I am still the SKG priestess chaplain, and while I do not expect my daughter to receive favor over other pledges as her mother and as her sister in SKG we shall. . ? ... wouldn't mind if that toga fell on the floor ... just for a moment...Helen allowed herself a small smile of amusement as she heard her students' comments about her son. She wasn't out of earshot, of course – not ever, not in her classroom – so she gave a few of the whispering girls a stern stare. She was delighted just a little bit by their embarrassment ... and pleased by it as well. They thought she might be angry at them for how they were talking about Connor – don't you dare speak.