From there the conversation turned to other topics as they ate. "So how's that boyfriend of yours? Jim, was it? You guys sure seem to be moving awfull... slowly."Michelle was a bit taken aback by the question. She knew that her dad loved her and respected her judgment, but she didn't think he especially liked her boyfriend. At least, he'd never shown any interest in him until now."He's fine," she responded a bit tentatively. Then, in a moment of unusual candor, she blurted out, "Actually, he's. "I looked at myself in the mirror. I was 5'8", C cup breast with small dark pink aureoles and darker pink nipples. I had nicely curved hips and long smooth legs. My breasts hadn't changed size in a couple of months and I was happy about that. Because of my height, they looked just the right size. All of me was in proportion."Time to try the new 'kini,"It was fire engine red and as small as I could talk Mom into. I pulled on the bottoms and posed in the mirror. "Boy, I bet Jamie would like to. Twice.THREE times so forcefully for a second I thougth it was piss but I didn't mind I swallowed it up because it was so good. OOOOOOOOO, her legs are quivering and she is yelling crazy things.PPPPPPHHHHHHHUUUUCCCCKKKK,HHHHHAAAAAANNNNNNNNN,HHHHHHHHAAAANN.Her nails cllawwed the back of my neck and back like a tiger as she struggled in a raspy voice,Keevvin youuu play to muucch. But I was done playing. I was on rock hard and so horny I had perum dripping from my tip and I had'nt even fucked. I didn’t even hear Emma come in.She dropped a few medical tomes in front of me, on the coffee table.“Got a minute?”“Sure.”“So, I did some research, on your compulsion.”“Wait, what? There’s a medical issue with sniffing panties?”“Not that. Your anxiety when it comes to conversing with women.”“Okay…”“Do you know what gynophobia is?” she asked, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.“Just that it’s a phobia of some sort?”“Correct. A fear of women. Do you have any idea of what might have.