I don't understand it but I knew that seeing just a little bit of panties seems to get guys all turned on.I kind of wiggled my behind a little, retyin... one, then the other sneaker lace. I stood up and turned around and they were staring at me, whispering to one another. They had big grins on their faces."Excuse me." I said. "What do you think of these? I've seen pictures of people wearing them years ago and they're back in style. Very retro." It's difficult to see them from here, dear. Why. ” She continued, “fantasy is all about pretence. I will know that it’s really you, but as long as you don’t speak I’ll be able to pretend its Fat George, and that’s what will get me off.” They laughed again, and the discussion ended there.She smiled to herself in the darkness, relieved that he had been so positive, and squeezed him tight.By his third consecutive night-shift later that month, Carrie was exhausted. Eager anticipation had kept her awake on both of the previous nights until it was. .” But he stopped as her grin got bigger.“Just like ants; hump one manageable load at a time until everything is inside.”“And how many pairs of shoes did you bring?” he snarled sarcastically as he started untying the first tarp. Then, too quietly for her to hear, “Women. Hell, I wonder if she brought her evening dress, too.” Then louder, “And why in the hell are you even here, anyway? I thought there were no women on this planet. It’s a prison planet according to the fucking General who sent my. I figured he was perhaps 30yo very tall and quite handsome. As we walked further Greg said he needed a rest so we sat talking. He told me Butch was a Doberman Cross. I patted him again and he pushed his head between my legs. I giggled and Greg pulled him away. “Sorry” he said “Butch gets a bit carried away when someone rubs his head”. I said I had to get home but the real reason was that Butch pushing between my legs had excited me. I said good bye and rushed off. Once home I couldn’t wait to.