I had to get out of here.What the hell was going on? How had I got into this situation?I could see now that I was wearing silver Mary Janes, black fi...hnetstockings, and a black silky slip with a lace trim and with a cut thatran up the side of my right leg revealing the black lace suspender beltholding my stockings up.This was the first time that I had ever worn women's underwear and I waswearing little else but women's underwear.I presumed given what I could see of what I was wearing that I. She moved her hand towards my jeans and unbuckled & unzipped it putting her hand in my boxers. I moved my hands over her skirt and started pulling it down in the meanwhile also feeling her buttocks. Those boobs and ass were the best things had happened to me that night. By now her skirt was bunched up on the floor and I was pulling down her panty. In the meanwhile, she had already pulled out my cock. I could smell her pussy. Without saying much she looked into my eyes, turned around and pulled. Instead, I got a critique. ‘Well, it’s really not cut full enough at the top, and the laces are already breaking. With your figure, you need something that’s cut a little differently. Look in the mirror, and you’ll see that the back doesn’t close completely at the top, and I don’t think that’s what you want.’ Every word was like a tiny barb inserted into my flesh, but he was focused on his appraisal of the garment, and hadn’t yet noticed my pain. A logical woman would have known that I am his. "It feels weird, because I've never wanted to touch one before ... but not crazy." You want to touch it," he said weakly, running that information through his processing centers for possibly the third time in a row."Don't ask me why," she said, looking slightly confused. "It's like going nude. I never thought about it until suddenly I wanted to try it." She looked down at her body. "I didn't actually mean to go to bed naked," she said, looking back up. "I just fell asleep." It's okay," he.