”“Thank you, Karen, I know we’d both appreciate that.”Several people were making their way back to their seats so Scott had to move. He made h...s way towards the empty seat between Diane and Vicky. He shuffled his way to his right, facing Karen, Brenda, Cathy, and Diane. Each one couldn’t help but look at his crotch, looking straight at them. Each one gave Scott a courtesy smile looking up at him.Scott had a birdseye view down each woman’s top at their nice-looking breasts. He wondered why each. Just think! Layer upon layer of clothes - stretchy smooth and tight onthe inside, loose, flowing and light on the outside. Maybe we'd evenstart adding petticoats to some of your outfits or little jackets. Wecould have you put on ruffled sissy bloomers over your pantyhose ortights. And of course we'd put jewelry on you - earrings, necklaces,rings, bracelets. Maybe we'd even get you a small nose stud. You'd haveyour everyday pieces - a thin gold chain around your neck with a smallpendant, and. A hand reached out and ran over a small set of carvings. Nopath.Aocles blinked rapidly. Most of the memory faded away, all but one word. Nopath. Without thought Aocles started digging around the name. As he dug he uncovered more of the strange metal. More and more sand fell away to reveal the top of a strange plane. A bulbous cockpit, inch-thick fins, rounded bow, and weird indentures at the back were uncovered by the time the first rays of light crept over the horizon.Aocles looked up from his. Lately, the urge to buy lingerie and go back to his hotel room to prance about in anonymous solitude had been growing stronger with each trip out of town.This was the fourth time in five months he had come to the west coast for business. He had masturbated several times on his last trip, just thinking about shopping in a lingerie store, ostensibly for his wife but watching the clerk watching him, knowing that it wasn't for a woman; that it was for him, feminine clothes for a pretender. He.