It was a black bra with thin straps. I kept near my mouth and kissed it.Then I took the panty and smelled it. The smell of her pussy was there in it. ...t had a wet spot as well. I didn’t know what it was but it wasn’t smelling like urine. So I licked it.I sat on the western toilet with the lid closed and started to masturbate while smelling her used bra and panties and I came within seconds. It felt awesome. This continued for a few months and then I made up my mind that no matter what, I have. Her statement brought back a childhood memory. When I was fifteen, my next door neighbor, Tommy Wickes, and I had masturbated each other then measured our penises with a measuring tape he’d taken from his Mom’s sewing kit. It was one of my homosexual experiences that I keep locked away in my memory. Still, the thought of Ed and I measuring each other seemed so outlandish it brought a smile to my face. ?No. just an observation in a well lighted men’s locker room,? I said. ?I bet his. My mouth fell open. She blushed again, and said, Sit down, sit. I was stuck for words. You want to watch it, dont you? she said. Well, yeah, but&hellip, I said. No buts, she replied. We have to make sure it works, dont we? I guess so, I said as I sat on the couch. Be a shame to have it break down. Especially now, she replied, pointing at the screen. I looked. The brunettes ministrations had worked, and the guy onscreen launched a thick shot of cum that flew into the air. More dripped over the. I now reached the station. Being at the station at midnight, in such skimpy clothes and having people eye you is really an amazing feeling. I stood in line to get a ticket. I was purposely brushing my breasts to the man standing in front of me, the man behind me noticed me and started touching my ass with his penis, while pretending that it was a mistake. Being the Perfect Randi I am, I dropped my purse and bent to pick it, My entire ass was visible to everyone in the line behind me. I stayed.