" Ten minutes ago, Ruth would have been hard pressed not to throw off her modsuit and get down with the rest. She would have regretted it afterward:...public sex, anonymous sex with strangers she didn't know was not her thing. But it would have sated her need for a while at least. But now Ruth looked at the statue and felt sick to the stomach. The statue had been mounted on a pedestal at the top of a flight of stairs. The killjoy had not been aiming for Ruth, she had been trying to push it. "So here we are in my sisters room getting ready to go meet our guys, (Ihate it when she says that). Being reluctant to do this, I was no helppicking out what to wear. We finally agreed on what I was to wear, andto tell the truth, I liked it. Naturally I needed undergarments such aspanties and a padded and filled bra, and pantyhose no wait, this wasbefore pantyhose so I must have worn stockings with a garter belt.The dress was mostly white with green trim. It had spaghetti straps anda square. I'd get to wearclothes that the girls in my classes where wearing. Those were mythoughts when I figured out how nice it felt to rub myself down there.I started paying a lot more attention to how girls were dressed anddreamed that if only I had been born a girl, I'd be dressed the exactsame way. Notice that I wasn't paying attention to the girls, but totheir clothes. Some responders have asked me what is this thing I haveabout girls' panties and bras and stuff? Well, I hope this answers. Management wouldn’t like it if we showed obvious signs of beatings outside work hours.’ ‘Yeah, I guess so. Still turns me on though.’ ‘Roll over onto your back now, darling. I want to do your front.’ Celeste rolled over and Scarlett started rubbing the lotion into her breasts, fondling her nipples, getting them hard and pointy. She then looked closely at her pussy lips, opening them and inspecting her cunt, which was wet but showed little signs of the harsh treatment from last night. She.