I saw anger but I also saw something else: fear. "You can't have them back, Mike. Sorry. I've splattered them all over our living room floor. It's... a shame too. I was hoping to castrate you and put your balls above the fireplace. It would have been more fitting. Oh well."He stared at me and said nothing. I could see defeat in his eyes. "That's right," I said. "You lost, Mike. Now we're ending your pitiful life. You can decide if it's slow and painful, or quick and painful." I. I was maintaining my erection by lightly rubbing her panty on my penis, and it was rock-hard despite the fact I had cum so many time with her the night before. Soon, she walked into the room, and let out a gasp of surprise."Oh my gosh, Trev...you startled me," she said, "Are you jacking off with my panty?" She looked absolutely delicious...hair done perfectly, makeup applied tastefully, and bright red lipstick. She was totally naked, and her full breasts swayed as she walked and spoke. "You. I always thought about her she must be a lesbian. I thought she might be a man too. We all know that a social network is the only place possible where you can be a man when you`re in fact a woman, and vice-versa. Maybe she is a professional photographer, or maybe just an amateur, that loves taking pics of beauty, or just a person who takes as a hobby searching the internet for pics with beautiful, hot women. But imagine, what could be more hot than a sexy woman, photographing all day long. Unfortunately, as I have progressed through life I have realised that crossdressing and association with womens lingerie is not a phase, it is just part of me. Alright, I admit it – it’s a sexual thrill. It’s not a desire to transition or anything like that. It’s the joy of obtaining the lingerie, frolicking your fingers through the racks of panties, the purchase, the anticipation of wearing. Perhaps “underdressing” for the day at work or play, then finally the alone time to enjoy the relief. .