I'd never even dressed as a woman forHalloween. Somehow, sitting there browsing Victoria's not so secretsecret, I wanted to not only buy a bra, I want...d those bras to matchmy panties. Abby had been like that; her bra and panties always seemedto match. "A woman just feels better, John, when everything matches."I had no reason to doubt her, and even though I wasn't a woman and Ididn't want to be one, I still liked the idea of my bra matching mypanties.I didn't know my bra size. I read the sizing. I CONTINUED TO WANK FOR A FURTHER MINUTE THEN FIONA HOISTED HER SKIRT TO HER WAIST SHOWING ME THE RED PANTIES SHED CHOSE THAT MORNING. I WAS RIGHT THE GUSSET OF HER KNICKERS WERE DISPLAYING A DARK DAMP PATCH. YOU SEE FIONA, YOUR PUSSY GIVES YOU AWAY SHE PULLED HER KNICKERS OFF SLOWLY AND I GOT THE FIRST PROPER LOOK AT MY MOTHER IN LAWS SLIT. IT WAS CERTAINLY MOIST, AND THE THIN COVERING OF PUBIC HAIR SHE HAD WERE GETTING MATTED TOGTHER. I COULD ALSO BEGIN TO SMELL HER MATURE SWEET AROMA. UMM. .. Don’t ... Stop!” with all the gusto that she could manage in the midst of an absolutely beautiful orgasm and the shocking insertion of a long salami of impressive length and girth into her nether regions.Unfortunately, her words became all twisted in transmission and they filled the organ compartment with her shameful pleas delivered in shrill dismay.“Please don’t stop!”She repeated it more than once and the ever obedient reverend humped her as hard as he could under the shocking. She looked up at him in confusion. "What am I doing here", she asked. He put his finger to her lips, quieting her, and helped her up. "Follow me", he said and he saw her eyes flash green. He went into the kitchen and she followed him.As she sat down, he explained what had happened. She just sighed as he finished talking. "I know you're telling the truth", she said as she looked down at her hands. "I can feel that the power is gone." "Sorry about that", Jack said."Don't be", Helen said as she.