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There’s more where these come from, that’s for sure.

He put his two thumbs in the waistband of her knickers and held them open.

He couldn’t possibly let her know that he had been in her underwear drawer. They felt great, and he loved thinking about her vaginal juices against his balls. It hung from his fingers, such a light garmet, so clever, so complicated.

And all over his body - starting with his tits, and tingling all the way down to his toes. His middle finger ran along the length of his labia - just like he had done many times before with other girls. This time, he was the girl, and he was feeling his own pussy lips. And he was standing there, naked apart from his knickers and his bra, in a girl’s bedroom. Rather than risk disturbing the arrangement, so she might find out what he had done, he would try on the knickers and bra that were lying on the floor beside him. With his eyes still closed, he lifted one hand to cup one side of the bra.... The top view down of perfect tits, fitting snugly in a perfect fitting bra. He felt almost ridiculously submissive as he followed her out of the bar, leaving half-finished drinks, feeling drunk, wondering if it was OK that she was so forward. She unbuttoned her top, and slipped the shoulders off. Big bed in the middle of the space, racks and racks of little dresses and blouses and all sorts of other girly treats all around. Soft smooth skin, and that white lacy, perfectly fitted bra clasping her breasts, which gently lifted and sank with her aroused breathing. He would nod and smile and try to get along with the lads, but they just weren’t his scene. Such beautiful faces, bodies, clothes - everything about girls seemed better than boys. Dan had tried not to be obvious, but he had been trying to steal a glance at her breasts - held perfectly in a lacy white bra - when she leaned forward to pick up her glass of wine.

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