Just out of college and living alone for the firsttime, my thoughts were consumed with the idea of dressing like a woman. Iwas too ashamed to go into ...stores to purchase anything, but online no onehad to know. Everything was handled by computers.The panties arrived a week later. I had zero idea about sizing and theywere way too big. I threw them into the back of my bottom drawer behindsome sweaters and tried to forget about them. I was reminder a week laterwhen I got a postcard in the mail. . One small consolation crossed her mind, at least the beast was rendering air that moved. The latch on the window refused to yield to her efforts to unfasten it.Prisoner. She was a prisoner in a hotel room ten floors off the ground and sentenced to die a slow death by melting. The exertion of yanking at the stubborn window unleashed a lone bead of sweat from the rear of her jaw that trickled down her neck, collecting with several more forming in the hollow along her neck. Once more she gave. Sometimes they would egg us on and dare us to wear NO panties, saying that's what hit girls at clubs prefer.Since I had pretty small tits, the tops they asked me to model were sheer and my rock hard little nipples were visible right through them! Laurel and her girlfriends really loved these shows and, I admit, me and Addie would get very turned on.After we had modeled for Laurel and her friends many times, and in increasingly skimpy or risqué clothes and underwear, I noticed Laurel started. I was always over his house and he mine. Unlike a lot of stories here, his mom was average looking. Not a striking beauty by any means, but to a 19 year old boy anybody with tits got your attention. Akashneel’s mom’s name is Mitali, but I always called her aunty. Well, she was about 5′ 6″ tall and thin. She was in her early to mid 40’s. She had small breasts, probably a b cup, but to me they looked great. As I spent more and more time there, I noticed that she was always wearing blouses with a.