.,what better way to do that then...Ok. Deep breaths. So...By wearing that most feminine article of clothing,a woman's bra, wouldn't he get that ultim...te female experience? But notjust any bra. My bra. His wife's bra. But not one of my everyday plainjane bras. No, definitely one of the special ones. One of the expensive,sexy bras I keep for very special occassions. The bras I get because theyscream feminity and sexiness, designed specifically to arouse a man butmore important to make a woman. Not that we were a couple, or even lovers, mind you, but we had done the ‘dirty deed’ on several occasions and I liked to think that we’d become close as friends. To be quite truthful, being a superhero hadn’t left me much time for relationships, and Bridget (yes, that was her real name, one she discouraged me from using. She preferred being called ‘The Bug’, telling me that she wanted to be taken seriously as a superhero) was really the only girl I spent any time around. In some ways she was. Give me some credit, please.Any way, I was a girl, like most, who was discovering how good I could make myself feel between my legs. It just seemed like such a magical spot, hidden away, secret and dark, usually quiet and subdued, it was such a gift for just being a girl, it really made it worthwhile.But there was something that I began to hear from my girlfriends ... orgasms. I asked several of them about it and got raves about how stellar they were, then tried and tried on my own and while it. Of course, they then had to find a way back to pick up their vehicles, which we left on the county road-locked, with the keys inside.)The billfolds were turned over to the sheriff, along with signed trespass complaints. If they asked for the rifles back, we'd give them to the sheriff, who gave them to a friendly ATF (Alcohol Tobacco and Firearms) agent. Otherwise, the rifles stayed on the place-that's how we got the weapons for inside the barn doors.It's not that we weren't friendly, or good.