But we're usually down with it because we've learned to trust others, we see no harm in it. Our tits and our crotch hair and the tampon strings coming...out of our cunts are things we're proud of and want to display, because they're the signs that we'll soon be accepted as adults. At least, that's what it was like for me. Just like the guys want to show their hard cocks to the world. What's the harm?" I'm starting to see what you mean, Beryl," I said. "And speaking of being accepted as adults,. Okay, sure, I will go to dinner with you. What time?" she asked."I will come by at 7:00 to pick you up. I am really looking forward to this," I said."Okay, 7:00 then. I'm looking forward to it too," she said. She wrote down her address and gave it to me. "Thank you, Jim, for listening to me and for caring so much. You don't know how much it means to have a friend like you to lean on."We went to dinner that night at a small Italian restaurant I knew that overlooked the river. It had a lovely. The dress comes to a couple of inches above my knee and is nice and tight. Although the dress was quite tight and a total lack of VPL might be a giveaway, I don’t think people would easily be able to tell I wasn’t wearing knickers, I think it was probably quite clear I was braless. But I knew that if I became self-conscious, I could always put my jacket on.The reason I decided to go commando yesterday is that I’m having a bit of a fling with one of the lads I work with and he loves it when I. A few moments later she walked out into the living room again. The first thing I remember seeing was the .357 Magnum revolver in her hand which she promptly locked into a steel box. Next was her cut-off jeans – even smaller and shorter than mine – and the white 'beater' she wore as a shirt. No bra. No bra! Her big tits were perfectly molded in the tight cotton fabric. They were heavy and full with high mounted nipples that were perpetually erect. (They were a 38 D, I found out later.) To this.