I could see Kathy and made my way to her. She kissed me on the cheek and uttered the normal clich?Then, I heard a voice say out loud, “Who’s he?�... It was an exciting, inquiring voice and gave me a shiver. It was the girl in the fishnet stockings! She walked over to me and gave me a nice long kiss on the lips and wished me good luck.With my head in a spin, I made my way back to the pit and waited for the show. It went without a hitch. However, I paid more attention than ever to the girl in the. I was turned on. He took his shirt off and I followed his lead. Looking at my bra he instructed “take that off.” He seemed to be getting frustrated because I was taking too long. “Just take all that shit off.” I did as I was told. I laid back on the carpeted floor in my living room and he hovered over me completely naked also. We kissed deeply. The tension was too thick for foreplay. As we kissed, he lined himself up for entrance. I looked down as he was inching his way inside. He was about the. I walked into the kitchen and started breakfast, momarriving just as the toast popped up."You look very nice this morning!" Yeah, thanks." You don't have to do this you know." I know mom, but...." But you've been wondering what it's like to be a girl your whole life,right?" Yeah, I guess, but..." And you're scared. I understand that, and I think that's good. Youshould be a little bit scared, but on the other hand, you've beenplaying dress up virtually your entire life, so maybe it's time. Inevitabletheir simplified minds kept drifting back to the shade of their nailvarnish or the appearance of their hair as they tried to peek at theirreflections in the glass doors of the lecture theatre. The poorbimboised little dears would never understand the processes involved butthey would certainly grow to become addicted to the delights promised tothe herd.Alternatively, Janice and I both felt the crotches of our corsetsbecoming damp as we anticipated the forthcoming delights. I also.