He loved wearing bras; of all the items ofclothing a woman wore a brassier made him feel the most feminine. A brawas worn exclusively by women; there ...as no unisex equivalent for men.Even a skirt could be worn my men as a kilt but not a bra. Hooking theclasp together at his front he swivelled it around his chest then pushedhis arms through the shoulder straps. He inserted the life-like breastforms into the under wired cups and adjusted the flesh-like mammaries sothat the nipples stood proud in. The legs portion came down to her mid thighs, and a row of lace was at the bottom of each leg. The material looked shiny and soft even in the dim light. "Do you like my pettipants?", she asked. "Why don't you touch them - they're very soft." I gently rubbed her thighs and hips as she lightly stroked my penis. "I'll bet you'd love to rub this hard cock all over them, wouldn't you?", she asked. She pulled her legs up and said, "Do it." I got between her legs and began rubbing myself against her. Leaving me tied to the bed and totally frustrated, as, unfortunately was often the case these days. That was another of her rules, I was only allowed to cum with her express permission and any breach of that rule was ten demerits. By the end of the first four weeks, I'd actually succeeded in reducing my term to below ninety days. Eighty-four and a half to be precise, I was feeling quite proud of myself but Tina soon changed that when she said, "By the way, I'm having a friend over for dinner,. She places her forehead unto his, a knowing smile emerging on her mouth.The two began to move and sway in rhythm to the oldest of songs, one that existed long before time itself could be measured or contemplated – the song of two hearts becoming one; two bodies about to merge in a union so long desired by them both…Julian signs to her that there is a surprise here in their little shelter of stone; he lowers the level of flame in their lantern. “How Julian…how does this…happen…” she looked upon.