." Laurie carefully considered her answers, her eyes roving over Aimee's beautiful hourglass figure, her legs folded carefully underneath her. "They'r... just softer and nicer."Aimee thought this over. "I, I guess that makes sense. But, it just seem wrong..." Then, suddenly, "what's it like. I mean, you know ... kissing a girl." Aimee said it like she had said like had said kissing a frog.Laurie was bored, and a little horny from being along with the lithe young female for so long. Her eyes. I gazed over the selection, a pair of black french knickers, white ones, and then a baby pink thong with a silver heart just above my tight virgin hole (I loved the feel of the cold steel against me).I knew immediately that my mind was made up. I was going to wear panties all day at work, for the first time. I reached out and picked the black french knickers. They were crispy from the dried cum, but I thrust my skinny body, my 7 inch shaft and little ginger balls into them. It felt good to be. ?She looked particularly attractive today.? Her skin was flushed, and she looked reallyhappy.?? She was wearing a dark greyjacket and skirt business suit and turquoise blouse.? Her shoulder length hair was tied back into aneat bun. "Morning!"?I said cheerfully, "How did you sleep last night?" She positively beamed at me, "Best nights sleepI've had in ages.? I feel so good thismorning, I'm like a new woman!? I evengot up early, went for a run and then put a load of washing in the machine. My family was one of those French upper class provincial clan, who owned and lived in an opulent villa with a wooden garden not far from the center of the town. Upper society parties were often organized by 'bourgeois' of the town and the near countryside, and my parents had to assist all of them to straighten bonds with the other wealthy. In fact, women competed with their clothing, men spoke about economy and boasted of their conjugal infidelities.My mother, Marie, a pale curvy redhead with a.