I cupped my hands around the two perfectly shaped little orbs. Like everything on her, her breasts were quite petite, barely a handful, but they were ...elightfully firm and soft and smooth. I could only dream of what these beauties would look like. Were they pale or tanned, did she have small areolas or large? One thing was sure; whatever her breasts looked like, I bet they were spectacular. It was like she was reading my mind, because as I was caressing and exploring her hidden feminine. So Gene's hopes were for nought. All we had was our desires, imaginations and masturbation.I remember telling my buddy about the black half slip and matching panties that I had recently shoplifted from a speciality shop when I was forced to accompany my Mom on a shopping trip."I wear them at night when I jerk off," I confessed.As Gene and I were sharing embarrassing secrets that afternoon, he disclosed the fact that he had rescued one of his sister's silky nighties from the rag bag." I beat off. That was a good start anyway and he didn't seem any worse for the wear caused by his first night hobbled. I'm sure he felt better for having the chance to graze. I left him at it and went to find Cowta.We needed one hell of a lot more hobbles than I had and the only way to get them was to teach someone how to braid some for us. I already knew that they had some type of plaiting they did, because I'd seen a few simple things made that way. I didn't know who did the braiding though and I figured. "Carolyn entered the bathroom, and what she carried in her hands causedmy jaw to drop. Carolyn offered the frilly pink baby-doll and matchingpanties me and I was stunned. The little baby-doll had a lacy bodice andsilken spaghetti straps. The panties were equally brief and, like thetop, were trimmed in lace."Oh God, I can't wear that!" I said loudly.Hearing that, Aunt Mary joined us in the bathroom and put her arm aroundme. "Oh, don't be silly! It's only till tomorrow and we'll get yourthings.