After an age of endless falling, I made my way to the front door very gingerly. I opened the door and she walked in saying, "You look like shit! Go an... sit down, I'll make you a coffee."I really didn't feel well and did as I was told. A few minutes later Vanessa appeared carrying two mugs. "I couldn't find any coffee so sweet tea will have to do. I begged some milk from next door."I took the drink and sipped it. My stomach was now protesting at the treatment it had received earlier and I. I absent-mindedly let my hand fall over my right breast and moan slightly to get his interest on me. He's definitely looking now. I let my legs part just enough that he can almost see me, shaved and very, very wet.He asks if I always go out without any panties on, this shocks me a bit, I lose my nerve and I cross my legs and try to look demure still staring out of the window. He carries on driving and it hits me that I just showed a total stranger my naked pussy, it gets me so turned on I feel. So I think I'll start posting stories of my past, my overly active, sometimes stupidly stupid past sexual experiences. They won't be regular posts, i.e. there won't be a schedule to them, and they probably won't be in any kind of order. I'll just post them as I'm inspired to recount them. All are true, some things have been changed to "protect the innocent". I'm in my early 40ies-ish so the vast majority of these events transpired over 20 years ago some are burned into my memory, others have. If the male still tried to refuse to wear women'sunderwear he would have a tattoo on his bottom which said "BWS" whichstood for "Bikini Wearing Sissy". He would then be castrated and have amandatory sex change. After 14 days he would then be sent to prison toserve a 6 month sentence but would only be issued with a bikini for theduration of the sentence.I didn't want to risk being caught so I went to the ladies underwearsection of a large department store and made my purchases. I had taken.