That was living proof of concept, and they used to say up-time. Hippolyte and I were ecstatic. If this worked with a full-scale machine, we had our an...wer to a siege!The next step was to see what different size bottles did to my firebomb idea when they broke. Luckily, there was a potter in town who could make the kind of firebomb containers that I needed. I drew a picture of what I wanted and took it to see him. Of course, he thought that I was crazy to want bottles like I had drawn. No sane. Which is kind of the point, after all! Shoes were a problem. My sisters’ were two sizes too small for me, but for some reason she did have one pair of heels which I could just about squeeze into. They were black patent, with a three-inch heel which I could barely stand in, let along walk in, but I tried all the same and gradually got better at it. I loved the look of my legs and how the extra height from the heels made my butt stick out a little more curvaceously. I’m five foot ten inches, so. We stopped for gas. After pulling back on the road she informed me she enjoyed riding backroads more. So we headed for the backroads. Soon as we turned off the highway she unbuckled her seat belt and slid over next to me. I put my arm around her as we rode and talked. Occasionally I would let my hand slide over breast. I could feel her nipple pushing against her bra. She started running her hand across my chest. I'm sure she could see the bulge in my pants from the dash lights. Our talk got. Leaving panties for me to find so soiled, every pair feeding me, a fetish fiend with their daily wear. All around the office here girls are making eyes licking lips and swinging hips the flashing of their thighs. They know what kind of man I am I’ll take this lying down using me the way they want and passing their panties down. Tonight, while in my bed I’ll use this newest pair breathing in the pungent scent to guess the days of wear. Stroking my hood until I come licking the panties clean cry.