My eyes got really big. It was a box full of huge bras, garters, and sexy nylons. "Wow! It's the mother load." I said. She giggled."Wait! He hates the...se?" I said. I pulled up a huge blue bra. The wire hooks were broken, the bottom were worn out and the tip of the bra was faded. I then pulled out a huge white bra, bigger than the first bra. It was worn on the front. There were a few small holes in the bra. They both looked like than been worn a few times. I pulled out a red bra, a dark green. In both cases, any movement on my part caused them to ‘flutter’ the hem deliciously. As well as the lovely tug I felt from them, I also got a psychological thrill. The tinkling was a constant reminder of what they were attached to and the fact that is was unrestricted and waggling about; accessible to anyone who wished to play with it. It also made me feel owned. In the kitchen, both were busy getting breakfast. As it was Sunday this was a ‘Full English’ John was dressed (he’d been out for a. Me: Are you sure that’s all?Chloe: It’s about what we did last night.Me: What’s wrong?Chloe: Nothing really! But.Me: But?Chloe: Well it was my first time and I enjoyed it. I saw you enjoying it.Me: Yes.Chloe: It hurt. I didn’t want to disappoint you and I didn’t say anything about it.Me: I’m sorry about that.Chloe: It’s not your fault! I wanted to do it! You know how it is. You never forget your first time and I wanted it to be good! And it was, it really was! But after it started hurting. And. She loved watching your cock squeezed against the glass, watching it go up and down, and squealed like a little girl while she watched you clean the bug and cum covered windshield with your tongue. But that was always out in the country or back roads. You have never done this in the city before.You feel your cock twitch again and your body begins to buzz with excitement. You think to yourself, she did say that she wanted me to ride naked, so she may not leave me here. As you get out of the car.