Obsession. I pulled on a lavendar pair of panties, trimmed in lace, and a matching camisole. I felt so feminine. Taking some fairy dust to settle me, ... headed out knowing exactly where and why. I drove into and through town to an Adult Movie Theatre. I had been there before, but never like this. Never this feminine and never this hungry. A loose shirt covered my camisole. Shorts and tennis shoes without socks completed my clothing. A little more fairy dust to get me ready, poppers in my pocket,. Years went by and I hit pre teen age years. We used to visit relatives and friends. All those places normally had one bathroom or two, and they were golden mines. My first stolen panties were a little later when I discovered the scense of the PUSSY. While visiting friends of the fam, I ventured myself to the upstairs bathroom, since the one down stairs was occupied. I got the go ahead by the lady of the house who had 3 daughters, being the eldest my own age. She had developed already a nice. She rinsed in cold water and turned off the shower, to step out onto the bath mat and towel her flesh vigorously. Betty forced her mind to other things, to her daughter Nicole. Little Nikki was small and sweet, and she would be shocked into trauma if she even suspected an incestuous affair between her brother and her mother.And her older daughter, Linda; Betty found it difficult to believe that Linda had already been married for two years, and was now a well adjusted housewife, all of. It seemed like if she asked for correct change for a dollar she would get a nickle and a penny in return. The last year of her life was trauma, no end to it. I had thought that we were finally settled, lord did we laugh and enjoy each other. Lee showed me, no taught me, that sexuality is supposed to be fun. With her around, I found that I could do and be the things that hid inside my own mind, always there, repressed. Society and the way things are ‘supposed’ to be got in the way in my own.