..sound like anything familiar?? They remind me of my favorite pair of my sister's panties. a string bikini, silk with a floral print, they feel alm...st the same. These panties, along with all of her other ones are certain part of my cross-dressing journey. The GARTER BELT - as aforementioned, so similar to a ladies it is weird there are not more hockey players who CD.The SOCKS - of course the garter belt is there for a reason, and that is to hold up a pair of socks. The fabric is a thick. I was kind of turned on that he was like that just looking at me. I made a joke, "You're going to hurt yourself if you don't release that from it's cage." At home we would have just laughed. Here in Hollywood he took it as a sign that I was ok with us dropping the suits. He just took it off. And that great fat cock was right there. Nikki said, "Peter!" But I didn't want to cause a scene, so I said, "No worries." And untied mine. We went back to our seats. Nikki joined us in nudity and. Shit, shit, shit... Fuck," he grunted, as his whole body convulsed and his cock spasmed in my grip. He tilted his head back and gritted his teeth. I watched silently in wonder as a large, wet spot grew at the tip of his twitching cock as Chris panted heavily, his hands gripping the chair's cushion. I rubbed my finger against it to be sure. It was sticky and warm and just a bit slippery. It was cum."Oh my god, dude!" I exclaimed, putting my hand up to my mouth, trying and failing to stifle a. It was the only steady thing in my life at that time and I was feeling… empty and alone. For no real apparent reason, I was feeling so far away from gone. I just wanted to be home. The next morning, I woke up grudgingly. Today was going to be particularly horrible, when in reality, it should be one of the best days of my teenage life. But my anxiety was at an all time high. I couldn’t believe I had another panic attack last night. That was the third one this week. But no matter was my anxiety.