Beneath the tailored cloth, black lace, silk stockings, and old-fashioned suspenders all entered my wardrobe, occasionally as gifts from Margaret, mor... often as my gifts to her. Makeup too, which as a feminist I had almost entirely renounced, Margaret took a delight in delicately and with surprising skill applying to my face, darkening my eyes, reddening my lips, helping me to become the version, the vision of womanhood her desires dictated, and I was her willing living sculpture.To dress or. I smiled and said "Cuba Libre's" then looked at the waiter and said "Quatro Cuba Libre's por favor". This was my attempt to break the ice with our new neighbors, and it worked.The female from the couple immediately stood up and came over to introduce herself, and her husband. We exchanged pleasantries, and started chatting about things. She had the cutest accent, which I didn't recognize, as did her husband. They were newlyweds on their honeymoon, in from Switzerland.She was about my height,. She has nothing responded. And there I saw her pink panty. My eyes were not believing that it was real. I slowly put my hand on her panty & omg I was like to die it felt like soft cushion and I looked at her eyes she was not responding to this.So I gathered some more courage and placed my hand inside her panty. She had a clean shaved pussy. I was in heaven because it was my first time to touch a woman like this.As I started rubbing she moved a little bit & I got afraid and removed my hand from. Anything out in the open was sopping wet. I was just finishing up the fire pit when I heard her call out over my ear piece. Her voice told me that she was rattled.“Jake,” Gloria called out, her accent heavy as she said my name. “I’ve found something that you need to look at.”“What is it?” I enquired quickly, putting aside my trenching tool and glancing about as I spoke in the hope of spotting Gloria. “Where are you?”“I’m in the woods to the right of our line of march,” Gloria replied. “If you.