It is one of those bras designed more for show than support. It can barely hold in your firm, full breasts. I can see your dark, round nipples through...the thin fabric. "What happened next?" I ask. "Well, then he asked if he could, like, see my boobies. Well, he is real cute, so I pulled my bra down like this so he could get a quick peak." You slip the straps off your shoulders and let your full breasts pop free of the flimsy little bra. Your nipples are fully erect, as is my cock, at this. He sighed as he got to the door and noticed all of the white powdery snow that had fallen the previous three hours. He shook his head, thinking, I need to pay more attention to the world around me rather than the new Peterson project that he had taken on. Thank goodness he had his four wheel drive Land Rover full of gas and already idling from the remote start he had pushed from his smart phone. It was an hour drive home in good weather, no telling how long this night would take. He flipped up. It was an infusion pump, and he last heard one when his father made his last, one-way, trip to the hospital. It was the regular cycling of the pump he was hearing, and he could tell the pump was on his left. He was confused still, wondering why he could hear it, but he could see nothing. Whenever Matti tried to open his eyes it was as though they had been glued shut. He tried once more, and a flash of light momentarily rewarded him. He tried again, but this time there was no reward. His eyes. So, having finished lacing me into my first corset Mum went to get mesome new hosiery. It was then as I looked at how the corset puffed up mychest and gave me an hourglass figure I noticed the suspender strapshanging down my legs and Mum arrived with a pair of fishnet stockings.She showed me how to put them on and how to adjust my suspenders.If I could kid myself that Men sometimes wore pantyhose I certainly couldnot kid myself that men looked like this or wore fishnet stockings.