At some point the transgendered folks would drop the term panty boy for a panty girl if their remained strongly attached to that as their favorite gar...ment. (I could be way off base here so don’t scold me if my opinion is politically incorrect)Forth, a panty boy has NEVER seen a panty style that they did not want to at least try on. Yes, a serious panty boy has favorites and their standards. But when panty styles, fabrics, and colors change a true panty boy would feel compelled to explore them. Its like we had known each other all of our lives and were right in the middle of a multiple year relationship. She laid on her back and spread her legs. The fantasy that I had previously now took place almost exactly as I had imagined. My cock slipped into her pussy with ease. She might have been old, but her body refused to show it. She might have been 49 or 50, but she looked and talked like a young, fruitful 30 year old. But it was still obvious that she had years of experience. Her moans,. " It's not semantics!" said Robin as the two of them walked away.Julie was right, though. Suddenly, all interest in talking vanished as we dug into our food.There was only one other indication that Hannah was still in distress during dinner.When Julie returned to the table with wines selected to go with each patron's food (even Caitlin's) and she said she'd remove the other drinks, Hannah reached for mine and put a hand over hers before Julie could touch them."I'll just keep them for after. This particular dorm was mixed gender, with guys and girls in alternating rooms. As a result, my neighbors on each side were girls. The room on one side was inhabited by Holly Strauss, a chunky, short-haired, plain-looking but thoroughly likable freshman girl. Her roommate, also a freshman, was Annie Nakamura, a chatty, effervescent, petite girl of Japanese ancestry.A few doors down the hall, in one of the male rooms, resided Dennis Hutchins and Barry Smithers, both sophomores like me. Dennis.