You know I'm there but you don't turn around. I look down and see your open shoes and naked legs. I follow your legs up till the border of your short ...ummer skirt. The soft skin of your legs, the hollow at the back of your knees. I want to feel you and a change of the rail track helps me. The train shakes and now I'm standing against you. You can hardly move in this crowded train, so you keep standing there pressed against this cold steel tube, holding yourself on one of the straps above you.. “We’re moving!” Tears welled in Alice’s eyes. “When?” she asked. “Why?” “I got a promotion,” her Dad explained. “I have to be in Birmingham in a week. You and your Mom will come down at the end of the month, so that we can find a house and get you registered for school in time for fall.” To say we were both crestfallen would be an understatement. I kissed Alice goodbye and left. For the next two weeks we were more inseparable than ever. I wasn’t sure what to say or do; there really wasn’t. She began getting breaks when she could have gotten a word in, but she chose to hold her mouth open and remain silent, awaiting more. The breaks were now lasting tens of seconds when a dog on the other side jumped up and placed his paws on the top of the seat by her right shoulder and he began licking the side of her face. Eve, without being told to do so, rolled her head his way and offered her mouth.Karen smiled on seeing this and adjusted the rear view mirror to see if Eve was being passive. By hunting,I?m referring to the pursuit of panties and other prettygirl stuff. Ever since I was a little boy, I?ve always hada driving compulsion to look at and feel pretty satinpanties and bras. Other lingerie like camisoles and garterbelts were wonderful as well. I remember before the divorcethat I had a little collection of pretty clothes stashedaway in my room and I would dress and pretend that I wasthe girl many a night. Now my pretty clothes collection wasin dire needs of replenishing and.