My underwear.I was breathing a bit faster. There was a sort of tenseness in mystomach; a mixture of anticipation, excitement and, yes, fear. Fear ofbr...eaking convention. Of even thinking about trying on clothes that menwere not supposed to wear. There was a slight tingling sensation in theend of my cock. I started unbuttoning my shirt, almost without havingmade a decision to do so. It was almost an automatic reaction; there wasa distinct feeling of inevitability...I took my trousers off and. ‘Who is that with Dad’, I asked my younger brother, as he sat munching his breakfast cereal, ‘Don’t know s*s’, was all he said, and I heard him laugh again.I walked to the fridge and opened the large door, the blast of cold air awakening me out of my dreamy state, as it hit me full frontal.I stooped and looked inside, reaching to the back and moving things around to find something edible to eat, ‘Put your knickers on M’, my brother said somewhat loudly, but I ignored him as I found some yogurt. And it was then that my stupid dog thought it would be appropriate to bark at those three boys.Don't get me wrong, I love my dog, but now he had betrayed me. Because when he had barked, I saw the boys looking in my direction. And the looks they gave me at that moment made me..."Sabina stopped talking for a moment, she just had to calm down, because it was obvious that she had it difficult again. Only thinking about this made her very embarrassed again. Everyone in the room could see how she was. Like I said, I sometime have that effect on people. As it turns out, our little math study sessions provided the perfect opportunity. All the numbers, variables, and abstract concepts lulled her into the right frame of mind. It was especially effective as I tended to recite formulae like ‘L time W times H divided by two’ (area of a corner) in a singsong monotone of equal measured beats. I nonchalantly commented that she was getting stressed out in frustration, and he moved in to rub her.