Then I looked around. Only Bridget hadn’t yet had her way with me. I had no idea what she had planned. My body was only held up by the need inside m... pussy, but what a need that was! She met my gaze. I couldn’t see her hands when she stepped into the pool with me and behind me. Her big breasts had been freed from the half cups of the corset, and she leaned over me, dangling her teats over my face, so long and soft and lewd. I latched onto one of her large nipples without thinking and heard her. My dad criticized me: "You look slut!"I replied, "Slut live here!" He got mad at that, my bringing sexual shameinto the house.I eschewed traditional Asian women's wear. I despised the formality:hanboks, cheongsams, furisodes, and even yukatas were too pretentious forme. And too Asian. I scoffed at it all.I clung to Western wear: gowns, dresses, skirts, wraps, midis, bodycons.And I salivated over the diverse materials: nylons, polys, cottons, silks,endless variety. And I scrimped and saved to. Then one day I was just about to enter the ground door of my flat when a lady called me over for some help. Her car had a flat tyre. I recognised her as someone who lived in the same street."Please help? My car tyre is flat and I cannot get the bolts off, I'm not strong enough, could you help me please?" She asked. Being a young strong man I easily turned the bolts off and changed the tyre. Took me all of five minutes but I got my hands all black with the rubber and dirt from the tyres."Come. That evening I went down to get some groceries and saw her at the same place buying veggies. I again struck a conversation with her trying to get her know more. I was asking her how to make a veggie and she offered to help me with the instructions as I mentioned I stay alone and don’t know how to cook very well. She told me that she will put her son to bed and then come over as her husband was out playing cards with his friends. I knew this was my chance. I cut the vegetables and was waiting.