She stood as he bent down, taking a leg, lifting it and slipping off her jeans, sock and trainer, first one then the other, standing, his hands ran do...n her back, up, massaging, squeezing her shoulders, his lips touched, softly, wet, kissed her neck, the hands played with her back for ages before running along the edge of her thong, one started drawing circles on her tummy, before both, sliding up her back, stopped at her bra strap, it became loose, the hands continued up her back before. Perhaps he was touching my panties, holding it to his erect penis and rubbing the fabric up and down his tool. Or, maybe, he was sniffing the crotch getting a mixed set of smells of my vagina and the detergent. Is he licking it? Is he holding my panties to his face while stroking his cock? How long must his rod be? How thick? Does he have large balls? Or are they small and tight? As I was picturing all this, my legas went weak and I suddenly had to sit on my bed.I said to myself, “Sudha, you’re. " She thought aboutthat a second. "Not like I'm going to have kids in the traditionalsense..." You never know, maybe you adopt? Maybe you meet someone with kidsalready..." Amber just nodded, so I pressed on, "I was pretty lowafter getting out of the hospital from the beating I took. Certainlythought about suicide more times than is healthy. I finally moved inwith a friend and the internet became an outlet, a place to get myselfsome positive feedback finally, since no one was giving that. But Iwill turn you on. You like that, don't you. You like wearing my pantiesand bra, my slip and camisole, my hose and my skirt and top, don't you.You like being feminized by me. I bet you are so ready to cum in yourpanties that you do not even need me to stroke you, right". Juliana was right. 'Yes,Julianna, I am so turned on by you dressing me,wearing your panties and bra and skirt and top, my panties are so damp,I can easily hold my legs together and wet in my panties right now."Juliana only.