That was weird. It felt big and swollen and when I rubbed it I could swear I heard Jeff say something rude under his breath. I rubbed it again, listen...ing closely. He did. He swore. I wonder why?Not that I was given much time to wonder. His hands and mouth were all over me again, stirring me up. There'd been a slight hiatus to all those strange feelings while he got undressed, but it hadn't lasted long enough for them to fade away. Now they were surging forth again, driving me wild. Whatever he. You like to dress occasionally. You're actually hiding out and don't want to be seen. If this weren't so serious, it would read like a movie treatment. You know, guy chased by the mob, has to hide out - " Has to hide out in drag," I finished her sentence and laughed. This seemed very funny to me. Lena was not throwing this out there as some sort of lark, as I originally thought she was."Except this is real life. You're a ... handsome man Will. You're smallish, not large. Your features are clean. He was so sad, she could see that he knew his fate. Her heart broke. How could someone end up like this when everyone was so rich? Was no one prepared to help this man? It went against everything she'd learnt, everything she'd grown up with. Convicts had to help each other out, or the Marines would kill them all.Eddie grabbed Sarah and hustled her past the man. "Sarah, you can't fix the world. You can't get involved with these people." So you're just going to leave him there, no one's going to. Besides nobody, and I do mean NOBODY, can pleasure you quite like yourself. I look over at the clock on my nightstand, and it reads 2:15. There’s a meaningless football game on the TV in here with me, but my mind is far distanced from it. I find myself doing oddball searches for porn sites on my little netbook. The latest “stretched panties” seems to have pulled up the desired results. I have always had a panty fetish, as long as I can remember. And I don’t mean wearing them; I’m talking about.