I watched her eyes fall to watch my labor. She took a step into the bathroom and leaned back on the wall. I couldn’t take my eyes off her body as I ...troked faster. Her panties were balled in my other fist. I watched as she pushed a finger between the lips of her pussy. Her smile was wicked, her eyes, naughty. “Put those panties down,” she whispered, “Come here and smell the real thing.”I dropped the flimsy garment and took the one step toward her. She put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me. When it was getting towards 9 I picked out exacting what I wanted to wear. First I put on a pink lacy bra, and matching lace thong and garter belt. Then I added some pink thigh high stocking and hooked them to the garter belt. Finally I put on a pair of pink stiletto heels. I looked at myself in the mirror all dressed in pink. Yes, this would do, I was sure the first would out of her mouth would be faggot. I was so excited.At 9:00 I sat in my chair and started a compilation video on my computer. I was bummed for a while and I really wasn't fit company for the first couple of months of my junior year, but finally convinced myself that it was better being dumped now rather than after we got married.When I came out of my shell and socializing again I was introduced to Cora at a frat house kegger. I asked her out, she accepted, we seemed to hit it off and we started dating. By the end of our junior year we were pretty much an established couple. Several of my friends tried to warn me off. I don’t drink, but if you promise to get me something nonalcoholic, I’ll go to the pub with you. I’ll be your date you can show off with your mates.”“Are you for real?”I nodded. “I don’t have anything else to do, and I have been dying to visit a real Australian pub.”“They’ll know you’re a Yank.”“I can say gidday with the best of ‘em,” I said. I always had a good ear for voices, and I think my accent was impeccable.“That’s actually pretty good.”“I won’t lie to them, though. Let’s tell them the.