” She glared at them. “Not a very good tradition for the women, is it?”“Now that you point it out, you are right. We never thought of it from ...he woman’s viewpoint. We thought she would see it as accepted tradition, as well.” Numa informed them, “Well, In this tribe, and some others, it is NOT a tradition any more. The new tradition – no, it is a rule – is that a woman gets to choose who her mate will be. She and the man will discuss their lives and see if they might be happy together. Once. As Cindy and Sarah were as tight as two peas in a pod, they both shared in Schwartz's jealousy. "I'm fine ... yourself?" It was entirely my fault," said Schwartz. "I turned around without looking." She stopped talking for a second and looked down. "Do you mind?"Cindy followed her gaze and was shocked to see that her hands were holding onto the sides of Schwartz's huge breasts. Worse still, her fingers were flexing involuntarily as if they were massaging the cloth-covered globes. Cindy snatched. She took out a new pack of stockings, opened them, then feeds each leg into its black nylon fully fashioned seamed enclosure, she put on a black lace suspender belt and hooked each of the six suspenders to the stockings, she then put on a tiny black g-sting and a wraparound red dress that had a silk sash that tied around her waist, she finished off, by putting on her red high heeled open toe shoes. She looks at herself in the mirror and checked her look, to make sure her seams were straight and. The girl in the nightie had a gorgeous figure lovingly drawn by the artist. At one and the same time I wanted to both have sex her but be her too. It was a strange dichotomy. I was aroused not only by the idea of having sex with such a pretty girl but also the thought of being that girl, scantily clad in such a sexy garment. Anybody could have been watching me at that window and seen everything. Admittedly, the other image was doctored by me. After my sister left home I spent many happy times,.