How could I haveput myself in this position. What if he was a gay basher with friends.All of these things ran though my mind. But every time I looked ...own andsaw my smooth stocking clad legs and stilettos the excitement took over.What if he was gorgeous and handsome. What if he wanted to kiss me.Would he hug me tight and would I feel him growing against me, excitedby my femininity.Suddenly a car appeared and pulled in just in front of me. It was Brad.He waited for a minute - maybe it wasn't. Boxer shorts were never myfavorite style of underwear simply because they did nothing to containor control the position of my parts sufficient for comfort and I wascontinually groping my crotch to reposition my privates so they weren'tbeing pinched or in a worse-case scenario, sat upon.Because I have always had something of a pooch for a stomach, JockeyShorts never fit me properly either and it wasn't until I resumedliving alone that one day I decided to try a pair of women's pantiesand found. Sach kahu to ekdam Sonakshi Sinha lagti thi. Mast ghane resham jaise silky baal ahh kya batau. Bas mera lund khada ho jatahai jab bhi khayal karta hu tab.Ab maine unko bola yaar ab mujhe bahut yaad a rahi hai so kuch jugaad karo. Mujhse raha nahi jata. Woh bhi boli yaar mujhse bhi ab raha nahi ja raha tere bina. So usne bola iss weekend par hum bahar ghumne jate hai tu ready rahana. So ab hamne sab plan kia aur usne Friday ko chutti li aur hum jaise tay kiye the us jagah par main khada. She looked frazzled with her hair a great reddish bloom around her flushed face as she rubbed her aching pussy and squeezed her thighs together. The only things she had on were a skewed black suspender belt and stockings as I watched her round breasts heaving up and down with each swollen nipple manipulated painfully erect. No truer word was ever spoken when I say I loved those puppies to hell and back.And don't get me started on that loveable tight little ass of hers.As she succinctly put it;.