She had dressed me in some of her older clothes: she obviously wasn'tprepared to share her newer ones with me. We were about the sameheight and build... I had never been a 'macho' kind of man with musclesand a confident swagger and never could be now. So here I was dressedin a soft cotton summer skirt and blouse in attractive pastel shades.She had also eased me into a pair of her panties which were slightlyloose because I lacked her girl-hips. I was wearing them mainly becauseshe wanted me too. Some of it landed in thetoilet.The male guard said, "Get dressed. Make your bed."Tesla put on wet clothes. She made her bed.Stonebreaker announced. "Contraband inspection. Hands to the wall."The woman inspected everything. She examined every page of Tesla's book.She opened the shampoo bottle. She cut the bar of soap in half. She slitopen the mattress pad and examined the stuffing. Then she frisked Tesla."Cavity search," she said."Why?" Tesla asked."Can't think of a single good reason. Legs. All my attention was on the man across the aisle and on my pussy."Oh yes, it is", I gushed. This seemed to satisfy my husband who went back to staring at the breasts of some showgirl.I looked at the man again. His gaze was locked on my crotch. I could feel the material of my panties becoming very wet as my juices seeped out. I was hot..excited. I wanted to pull my panties up into the slit of my cunt and let him see my pussy lips. I had a small orgasm which caused my clitoris to become very. I was sipping a coffee in the rental as Doug Peterson came out of his office and jumped into his new BMW Z4 Roadster. I followed discreetly behind and as luck would have it he stopped outside an apartment building. Before he had a chance to go inside, I hit the curb in my rental, ran out and grabbed him. I thought it was a pretty smooth move but in hindsight it must have looked like a kidnapping. I floored it and we left the apartment building behind. I looked at Doug Peterson and he was as.