Most times I wear a camisole under my work blouse. For college I wear a variety of T’s and tops, unless I am going there straight to or from work. I...particularly like wearing loose rather than tight tops. My boobs are 34B and quite perky so I don’t need any support and I find it more comfortable without a bra. I love that ‘take two’ moment when a guy first realises that I might not be wearing a bra and then the process by which he tries to work out whether I am or I am not. They can’t help. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me into her bedroom before shoving me backwards and kneeling in front of me. "Oh, Dakota. You are wet already!" she exclaimed and took hold of my panties before tearing them from my body. I laid back and waited to see what she'd do. Before I knew it I felt her pull my legs apart more and then she gave my clit a quick little lick. I let out a light moan and she smiled. "Like that?" Mmm yeah." I moaned happily.She quickly went back to my pussy giving it quick. I actually didn't even have a desire to even do anything with pantyhose yet. My mom wore them all the time, as did my grandmother, but I always thought they felt odd in the laundry basket. Sort of scratchy and not appealing. I imagine it was that I like the look of them on girls so much that I pushed past my 'non desire' for nylon to actually put a pair on. It also probably had to do with the fact that pantyhose were getting much smoother and stretchier right about that time. So for a huge part. "Good! They would just think you're crazy and lock you up! " "You're in my body! Are you Al?" Her former face grinned at her. "Sure am, Heidi! I don't know how I ended up in your body and you in mine though - do you?" "No, unless it was something Tim did!" "I don't think we can blame this on him for once." Al said to her in his now lilting voice. " I had a headache and the last thing I remember is heading for my garage - that's where you were found in my body." I went home right after the.