No skimpy lace and nylon outfits, just a collection of beige bras and knickers. And certainly no suspenders (garters) and stockings! Pretty Polly tan ...tights (pantyhose) were the most glamorous of her underwear. Of course, curiosity had gotten the better of me and I had tried them on in private, and was amazed at the soft feel as they enveloped and caressed my lower body, arousing my younger self, giving me a painful erection, lovingly surrounded in nylon. However, the chance to indulge in this. " She sniffled"I wish there could be two of me. One to love Isidora, and one would love you." I paused for a moment; the tears were still falling. "But, you know that's impossible. I'm only one man, I only have one heart, and that heart is already taken." Could you really love me?" She queried."Yes, if I were twins, one of me could definitely love you."Finally the tears slowed. "You don't know how hard it is for me to find someone. All the good men are already taken." Not all the good men Nika.. She then picked up a bottle fromthe cart, uncapped it, and started squirting a cold liquid onto myabdomen before starting to smear it around. At one point she pulled mypanties down slightly, and I was afraid she was going to exposesomething, but she stopped short. When she was done, she picked up thething that they always run across the bellies of pregnant women on TV."Alright," she said. "I need you to try to hold still. If you can keepyour breaths shallow, it will help. If not, I might ask. We dated for a couple of years and then split up. Afterwards, I decided to finally go to a urologist and have my cancer checked out. Turns out it was nothing, it took about 10 minutes to fix and I drove myself home. All that stress, anxiety, self hate for nothing. Then I went to college. My confidence is at an all time high. I'm getting laid left and right. Some one night stands, some week+ long relationships. Some a month, some 6 months. Lots of sex, lots of blow jobs, almost always coming.