Probably like most of the girls tonight but she ain't a girl is he?" Bingwas panting with exertion.I heard the others gasp as my thighs and buttocks w...re exposed."It's not like you'd know she wasn't a girl even now," one of them saidhoarsely.I recognised the voice of Bobby Fillay.I lifted my head as I struggled and saw the others gathered round me inthe gloom."What do you say boys? Shall we see what Sarah has hidden under thosepretty panties?" Bing laughed.He yanked at my panties and I. She sat on the bed and motioned me to sit beside her.She told me that I could now feel her breasts, with a ghost of a smile.I stroked one breast and slowly squeezed it, felt her nipple harden, she closed her eyes and laid her head back.She was a c cup and her breasts were absolutely gorgeous.I then sucked on her nipple. I got up and she asked me if I was done. I was silent. She asked me what was wrong. I asked her whether I could see her vagina.She was silent for a while then she put her legs. This though was no chalk orspray on after the fact treatment, as instead his mind wandered, knowinghe'd sat under the dryer with chemicals on his head under a plastic cap.She pressed on a pedal, spinning his chair as she dried the left side andthen blew through the back. It was almost better he couldn't see, as shemoved to the right and then finally put down her dryer. She brushed awayfrom his face and then took the point of her rat-tailed comb, carving astraight line down the left temple and. Once, I was doing my laundry at the BOQ,and went to get a beer from the Officer's Lounge, thinking that my come-stained panties would be washed clean when I got back in a couple ofminutes. Another officer from my boat had transferred my now cleanpanties and uniform items into the dryer. He knew my secret then, Ifigured. He never said anything to anyone, but he gave me a Playtexpanty girdle for my "going away" party to "keep my "girlish figure" inshape. This one act reignited my girdle.