"After looking at Kathleen's do you still find these attractive?", she asked. I told her the I did, at which point she stood up and let the robe fall...to the floor. She was wearing a plain beige nylon panty which fit her like a second skin. "Bought this today, too - I know how much you like beige lingerie.", she said. She was standing a few feet in front of me with her hands on her hips and her legs spread slightly. "Want to feel my panty?", she asked. I nodded, and she said, "Get out of those. Dont know why I said that. Ok, subconsciously, I know why I said it. Why?Cause I am not that insecure, shy adolescent, with long hair and Type 0 Negative t-shirt. In years, I learned a thing or two about women, on my own mistakes, obviously. People dont change, she didnt become a biggest extrovert over the night, going around, pressing her boobs on a guys arms, a guy she havent seen for decade and a half. She was a bored housewife, that after many years, felt a teardrop of freedom, of the life. But Francine's wounds still wept and had not been treated in any way. Despite the fact that reopened wounds would not count towards the tally of six, there was no ban on reopening the said old wounds! Patti would make a beeline for her legs and open up those thighs, wait for the bleeding to weaken her and then start cutting her up! Not a pleasant prospect!The pair circled each other, looking for an opening. Francine, knowing she had to finish this quickly, lunged at Patti's stomach which was. She didn’t think anything of her action as she unc*nsciously did the same every night.Then she saw Cat looking at her with an innocent smile mixed with a curious expression.“Wow, Trina! You have great boobs!” Then she clapped her hands over her mouth, “I’m sorry, I never say boobs! Oh darn! I said it again!”Trina shook her head, the girl was sweet, if more than a little goofy. And she was adorably sexy! 'What?!? I did not think that! I don’t think other girls are… hot or sexy or…'Cat cut.