" Your Mother told me all about your growing lingerie collection." I'd love to see it!" Maybe you can invite me over sometime and show me your girlish...room andlingerie collection." You know, like I've shown you all my panties and bras." I want to see what a little sissy like you wears under your leotards andtights." Oh, Ms. Johnson, I'm so embarrassed." I started to cry, holding a pair ofher panties to my eyes, wiping a tear away. "Don't cry, sissy girl." I'm not going to tell anyone," Ms.. I clicked on one. Blonde, relatively pretty, but a little too, um, well fed, for my tastes, I moved on. Click. No. Click. Nice tits, but she's dressed. Come on honey, show us those puppies. Click. Really? Passing off a porn star as yourself? I recognize her from a movie in my collection. So it went. I clicked away, saving photos that interested me, and weeding out those that didn't have what I was looking for. I paused and read a few of the bios. Then I noticed the little gear-shaped icon at. It was an involuntary spasm, unknown even to her. Dopamine and Oxytocin were absorbed through my flesh, stimulating my glands. I injected the naked blonde girl another propulsion of semen, filling her soaking hole. She let out another moan, her orgasm continued, heard more clearly through telepathy. Every thought, unable to be articulate in symbols or sounds, clambering in my head. But still, I preferred to look...I wanted to see her consummate joy, the endless expanses of each orgasm squeezed. I started kissing both her thighs, burying my face between them.I was near the top of her thighs near her sex and I could smell the odor of her sex. It was driving me half crazy. I finally turned my face straight and went for the gold. She was wet and I couldn't help myself - I buried my nose, mouth, tongue and face into her vagina. She reached down and held my head tightly against her and I felt her erupt with her first orgasm. She screamed out, "God, oh God, I never felt anything like this,".