God knows what I smelt like, cause I wore them every day, and without underpants in those days! And I lived for a glimpse of a woman’s panties. Ther... was no television or porn(that I knew of) so you were constantly on the lookout for a skirt to blow up or a woman sitting ‘carelessly’ showing her stocking tops – suspenders – PANTS …aah they were lovely. I can still remember some of them even today — the parted thighs and the soft curving flesh above the stocking top leading right down ( or up!). I rented a small motorhome and we planned a road trip to some of the national parks. A group of them are pretty close together in New Mexico and Arizona so that’s where we headed.The weather was great and I really enjoyed her company, both in and out of bed. Getting to sleep with her every night was feeling pretty special to me when she made a request. “We are going to be overnighting where one of my past boyfriends moved to. We still keep in touch by email and I would really like to see him. "This will be yourroom, I want you to go collect your things. And bring them here, please."I was rummaging in my closet looking for it. I knew it was here.Finally I found it, my Doe Skin Dress, the one I'd worn on my ownthirteenth birthday to celebrate my entrance into pre-adulthood. "Oshi, Iwant you to wear this as you go to gather your things." This is like way pretty." It is my dress from when I was confirmed as a woman of the Ute Nation.And now it's yours," I told her."Me? But I don't have. His eyes were a little wild.“We, sir, just had your first blow job.”“Is that what that was?”“It was a modified one,” I said. “I did most of it with my hand, but we forgot the towel, so I saved the sheets from the mess.”“I want to feel like that was wrong,” he said.“Let me guess. You pee out of that and think it’s dirty,” I said.He nodded.“Your general hygiene is good,” I said. I had taught him how to take a whore’s bath when we moved into the massage parlor and we both usually did that every.