FridayI'm not normally a fussy dresser, not one of those women that spends all week choosing an outfit for a night out, especially with a regular / se...mi-regular boyfriend like F. But I can't stop thinking about tomorrow night and the only way I can focus those thoughts seems to be to zero in on my dress. I spend hours that afternoon trying on different combinations of blouses, skirts and underwear. I'm halfway through a change when it comes in PHOTO: He is still in his shorts - just - standing. The nurse greeted us. She knew we were coming and told me how pretty Ilooked. I died hearing that. She took me into a room and told me toundress down to my corset and panties.I could not handle hearing, "My corset and my panties"! How could I owncorsets and panties? What is happening to me?I was so embarrassed, a nervous wreck! I needed help getting out of mytight dress and petticoat. The nurse giggled saying "It's ok, you willlearn how to get undressed." She loved my new clothes.She told me. When I got to her panties I started to rub her crotch. I immediately felt that her crotch was damp. “What is this I’ve found” I said to her, and again she let out a soft moan “nooooo …“and again I ignored her protests and continued with my assault. When I started massaging her pussy through the thin material she let out another soft moan “ohhhhh god“. As I worked my finger under the crotch band of her panties she stopped talking and started breathing heavier. I worked my finger up along her. She smiled at him and he mouthed the words, “I love you,” to her.She beamed and mouthed back, “I love you, too. Thank you so much for doing this.”He grinned, “No, thank YOU for not giving up on us!”Enjoying that feeling of bliss after an excellent sexual session, all four had a Gin and Tonic and fell asleep; Jan shared a Hobson with Brad, while Jenny and Steve-O shared another. The weekend held out the possibility of being a perfect swinger’s weekend, even if it was virtual.Steve-O hit the.