Sadi ke neeche peele kalar ka petticoat aur uske neeche kale colour ki designer panty jispe titli bani huyi thi .To story pe ate hai maine akh band ka...te huye mom ki gand ko dheere dheere sahlane laga.Mom ne pahle to koi response nhi diya .Magar kuchh der bad mom hili aur mom ne apne petticoat ko dhila kar diya.Mai ye sab karte ek hath se apne land ko bhi daba rha tha .Jisse mera land ab tak sabse bada hua tha aur ekdam tight ho gaya tha ab maine apna hath thoda ander dala to mera hath mom ke. Full vintage sturdy white foundations lined the racks and frothy taffetaand nylon and satin slips, camisoles, petticoats and the lot frothed,folded on the shelves.Women's skirts and classic satin blouses lined another row while classichouse dresses and day dresses of rayon and nylon and satin fully tailoredand fully lined filled still more hangar space. There were hats andribbons and accessories of every kind and there was even a full range ofclassic pantyhose in all color and style and the. She found her television worked on the basic channels but that, much to her disgust, she was not featuring in the news as missing, as she had hoped. Dis-heartened she lay on her bed till the next meal that TV her only companion. After a long time had passed the next meal arrived, after gruff instruction in a thick male middle eastern accent, a dusky hand collecting the last set of cutlery, mug and plate, in exchange for a fresh meal and drink, to her joy, coffee this time! Time, except that. He agreed and so we went through the laundry andfound a pair of pantyhose and a skirt. We sat together on the couch in mybasement and just talked about how great this all felt. My friend askedme if I ever thought about doing anything with another guy. Strangelyenough I had never even considered it. I wasn't gay; I just like thefeeling of girl's clothes. I was super horny though and thought why thehell not. That night we just caressed each other's legs and momentarilytouched each other's.