All day all Evan could think of was the incident. He relived the moment, play by play, in slow motion. How his head tilted inwards, how her left breas...ts heaved up. His lips landing on her soft ample breast over her tee-shirt. The softness of her breast, the sweet smell of her perfume. The play-by-play in his mind left Evan with a hard-on all day long. All Evan could think was getting some alone time so he could whack off.The day quickly drolled on and Evan finally left his office. By the time. Her attention to my little sexual problem only succeeded in waking me up to the many possibilities that existed. It also made me realise just what I was missing out on. After all what did I really have to show in the years since puberty? A few books, several magazines and free access to my parent's videos and DVDs, not to mention the exciting memories of late night and early morning masturbations. But I didn't even have a kiss from a girl my age, and that was where the real problem lay.All of. She said, "We have three stops, the first one was a foundation shop." She said I needed better curves than the waist nipper could provide, the other two stops we would talk about later. When we got to the corset store, Julie talked to the owner and I was whisked into a fitting room and told to strip down to just my panties, but leave my heels on.The owner came in and took several measurements and came back with a lovely white satin corset. The corset was open busted and laced in the back. She. Aber indiesem Gesch?ft gab es keine M?nnerhose. Allein schon die Gr??enverhinderten, den Gedanken an eine der vorhandenen Hosen zu verfolgen.Und die Hosen waren viel zu feminin, viel feminier als - mein Rock?Als f?gte ich mich in mein Schicksal. Ich bezahlte den Rock mitPlastikgeld und wir gingen in ein nahes Restaurant. Bald hatte ichwieder vergessen was ich anhatte. W?hrend unserer Gespr?che brachte ichdas Thema auf die nicht vorhanden Taschen. Wohin mit meinem Portemonnaieund Taschent?chern?.