“Sometimes I ask myself that same question. The only true answer that ever comes to me is I-don’t-know.” “I’ve always thought that it was a ...ood enough place to start.” “Your mother taught you that, didn’t she?” “Yes,” Jena admitted. “How did you know?” Kinkaid smiled. “Who do you think told that one to your father?” “Victor Borges?” Jena guessed. She laughed as Kinkaid muttered to himself and moved for the nearest table. *** 61 Virginis The silence that greeted USS Ranger’s arrival set of. “This is show business” he shouted. He put one of his hands to the top of her panties and moved it teasingly around until it was directly above her pussy; he knew Lyn could offer no resistance. The tongue bashing he would receive was of little consequence; compared to the pleasure he was feeling and about to feel. He slowly moved his hand towards her pussy and then he felt it.“What the fuck is that” he yelled out in horror. A couple of extra moo sounds were played to drown out his despair. His. Just before I could get my finger into her delicious wetness, a light came from beside me and blinded me. I quickly pulled my hand from under Maisie’s dress and corrected myself. I guess I could say that Maisie’s father, who happened to be the police chief at the time, was not too best pleased to find me and Maisie in a compromising position around the back of their barn after out date, and after our 10pm curfew. He promptly cuffed me, threw me into the back of the patrol car, and delivered. “Well, I mean, that’s just fascinating.” She stepped in. “If you didn’t know, we make a line of panties these days for transgirls to wear. You know, if they’re pre-op. We don’t have the biggest selection, I’m afraid. We only have the occasional sale of those, but they come in so many wonderful and feminine styles.”“That sounds perfect,” I said. “I didn’t know that was a thing.”“Some don’t like tucking,” she said.“It’s not fun,” I said, glancing at Mom. “You know, especially at school. Things.