Her eyes widened in terror and she struggled but he was too strongfor her and he held her tightly. He smelled of sweat and grease. The otherman stood ...miling at her, malice in his eyes. ?She's pretty, ain't she,? the man holding her said. ?Yep, she's a peach.? He slowly pulled her dress up over her panties and,with mesmerizing slowness drew the panties down her legs, exposing Cindy'ssparse blond bush. She was so scared she never thought to cross her legs orfight him. ?Step out of them, honey,?. She unzips the front of her skirt. Together we had designed, modified, refined and made her skirt. It is navy in color? an ‘A’ line. At the back running from just below the waist band was a large brass zipper with an inch brass loop at the tab. It zipped from waist to the hem allowing it to be completely opened from behind while not being removed. At the front was another large brass zipper that went thru the waist band and to thru the hem. At both ends one inch brass loops were. And now...now she could barely sleep, eat..her mind running in circles. She knew what she wanted, and really ultimately what she needed. But she was scared, not knowing if she could really BE with a woman. Was it just a fling or something much deeper than that? Because she had one night stands before, a nice no-strings-attached sort of sleeping together and this didn't feel anything like that. No only did her body tell her that, but her mind did as well. She pulled on jeans and a tshirt, her. And for the first time she watches me with an interest for a little while. »You are nice!«, I brabble in my hormon-related manly confusion - and that's maybe the most stupid thing to say, then she questions the statement immediately quite quizzically: »...just judging by my underwear?« »I'm sorry!«, it is my time now to mumble, but she just brushes my words away with the back of her hand like an annoying fly out of sight: »You're a man - and they're all the same! First they are nice, and when.