I had several pair of her panties in my collection, and I think she has known about me stealing her panties for quite sometime, but she has never said... anything. She is quite the wild c***d and has always intimidated me sexually. The thought of her knowing about me wearing panties made my stomach turn. My wife came home about 4 o’clock the next day. She also brought Tammy along with her. “Hey Mike. What color panties do you have on today?” Tammy asked. “Tammy don’t give him a hard time.” My wife. I care for you. I want you to become a real man’. We continued sipping bear. Suddenly, neeta auntie held my hands and said, ‘you have not even touched any girl so far? Would you try it sometime?’ i replied, ‘i shall surely try. Give me some tips. I will do it after vacations’. Auntie laughed and said, ‘you want tips. What if i give you some practical lessons?’ since i did not understand full meaning of what she said, i replied, ‘sure. I would like some practical tips from you’. Aunty asked for. Now everything reminded me of my enforced femininity:With every step I felt the tightness of my pencil skirt, whichrestricted the movement of my legs and made me together with my highheels a little bit helpless. Another reminder of my womanhood was thewaxy feeling of the lipstick. But most important were the Ben Wa alls.They gave me the feeling of being permanently penetrated and reminded methis way of my new sex. The same effect had the female arousal and thedamp feeling under my panties.The. He used to come to my house during week-ends in the pretext of combine studies. Ironically, neither I nor he was a good in academics. In the name of explaining science to me, he used to rub his shoulders against my breast as if he is ignorant of all these things. I never retracted since he was very good-looking and handsome. Things went like this for a while, and then one fine day he proposed his love to me. I accepted it but, we were very young then love was kind of being more physical. I.