Abbie picked out a cute, pleated skirt, a light blue one that matched her eyes. It was actually quite rare that she wasn’t wearing a skirt because t...hey always made her feel so sexy. As if she needed it. She slid on a pair of matching panties, and a similarly blue bra to go with it, and chose an adorable white t-shirt to go over it, one so tight it left nothing to the imagination, and one so thin it made clear the color of her bra beneath. She looked like a teenage Goddess to be quite honest.. It use to be a bit cooler but with the econmy beingbad manystores have closed up. So I'm walking down the street and looking thru thewindows of thestores and come across a store that sells stripper type clothing. You know thegarter beltlingerie stuff; sexy teddy camisole stuff. I was like "WOW"! So I'm looking thruthe windowat the stuff they have this outfit of white stockings with a Thong and bra setand I wasbegginning to get hard. I wanted that outfit! I didn't even notice the guystanding. I start moaning around the gag. The sensation overpowers everything and I'm only focused on the penis inside of me. "Your sissy seems to be enjoying the chair," says someone, but the voices are distant as the vibrating penis work on me. I feel pressure building inside mean it is like I have to go to the bathroom but can't. My feet swing in the air and I loose control of my bladder. The warm liquid is spreading around my own little penis.Then he turns the chair off. "Let's take her to a back. Cheryl came to the door, to my great surprise Kate was standing behind her."Oh sorry I didn't know that you had company." I said. Cheryl's answer was to kiss me passionately right on the well lit walk in front of her apartment. I wouldn't have been that brave, but then I hadn't lived in a world with almost no privacy for all those years. Then again maybe I had. We just reacted to it differently, I guess. I kept my private life as private as possible, Cheryl lived as though she were still.