It was always me that was leftwith the smaller things, which generally were items of ladies lingerie.''But remember we knew what was coming out on the... pick lists,' Sue said.'Given the choice of men's socks and underwear, or ladies bras and lacyslips, you'd chose them every time.''Only so that I could pick several orders together. There were neverenough orders for men's goods to do that.''Let's try another line,' Fran said. 'Can you deny you find ladiesunderwear exciting?''Well, no, I can't deny. "Hmm, definitely bigger than my husband's!" she laughed, massaging my ego, and bent down to take my bell-end in her gorgeous mouth. She teased it with her tongue before slurping on it more vigorously. She was quickly taking me to the edge!Sensing the tensing of my body, she sat back up for a moment and took another sip of wine. She then proceeded to kiss me, lightly at first, with delicate lingering pecks, and then progressed to deeper, more needy French kisses.Then, fixing her eyes on me, she. I lifted my faceout of the jersey cloth pillow, to see a wooden headboard mostly obscuredby long blond hair. I was breathing fast and heavy, panting almostwhile taking my weight and most of someone else's too on my forearms andknees. Stunned, but innately realizing my situation, I looked back overone shoulder. I could see almost nothing through my thick blond locks,and so tossed my head in what felt like a familiar motion to clear myeyes. "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna cum. I'm going to blow my. ’ ‘Botany, too?’ I muttered, more in confusion than in jest. But then Miranda did something completely unexpected. She laughed. It was a sweet, friendly laugh that may have gone on longer if I hadn’t just stood there, frozen in confusion. In such situations, my instincts kicked in. ‘Miss, uh… Miranda, I am a neurochemist, and in the hard sciences, only material things matter. I study brain patterns and see chemicals at work. Those chemicals become speech, behavior, habits, personalities… the.