There was something totally weird and erotic about seeing a beautiful woman with nice breasts and having her penis dangle into sink as she leans forwa...d to look at herself in the mirror. It electrified me. I could feel my cock hardening. I moved over behind her and gently put my arms around her making sure I ran my hands across her breasts and down to her cock. I was so close that as put my arm around her my growing cock gently pried it's way between the gorgeous cheeks of her ass. Then I felt. She giggles once again and jogs with me. We arrive at the building with the practice rooms. I reach into my pocket and get my room key (which also opens up the practice rooms). We enter into a long hallway. At the end there is a room with a light on. We make our way down to the room and knock on the door. The door swings open and we are greeted by a few other band members. "Great to see you Sean, I knew you would miss out on this. And I see you brought a friend, Amanda right?" said one of the. I have a feelingthat I am not going to find any male clothing in this room.I start opening drawers. The top drawer is full of silky bras andknickers and some other stuff. The second drawer has slips and halfslips and the bottom drawer has tights and stockings.I don't have any alternative do I? I select a pair of black silkyknickers with a lace trim which I tell myself look more masculine thanthe white, red, cream or pink ones. A masculine pair of ladiesknickers? Who am I trying to fool? . Her innocence had been taken by force at a young age, though she was well into her twenties before she realized the extent of what was stolen. The true violation was not of the flesh, but of the psyche – a lasting wound to her intimacy. Taken was her confidence, the ability to initiate this simple pleasure for the man she loved. Her sexual identity had largely become limited to the actions of her husband, her imagination and creativity cloaked in a gown of shame hemmed shut from years of guilt..