I could never go back to the old me. The clothes I chose to wear to work more and more began purposely to evidenced the body beneath. I wore thin lac... bras when I wore one at all, and thongs or more often, nothing at all under my short tight skirts and dresses. I grew to love the feeling of being utterly naked beneath my clothes, and the less I wore underneath, the more guys stared, and the more guys stared the more I liked it. So like in classical psychological conditioning, I tended more and. All the time my ears could hear the turning of a metal wheel, and the breath of my lover speeding up. I gasp for air as the sensation reaches down by the side of my lips, near my most sensitive part of my body. It soon feels as though Jason is blowing on me gently while teasing me with the pricks, whatever they may be. I hear the deep intake of breath coming from between my legs as I start to feel getting more and more worked up. It felt as though the pressure from the pricks was somehow going. He looked around her room, delighted at how feminine it was. As a guy he couldnt quite understand the need for all the bright pastel colors, frilly decorations and girly nick-knacks. He stood up and walked around her bed, letting his hands touch and explore the clothes strewn about. He stepped out into the hallway and looked down towards the bathroom, listening to the sounds of the shower, he realized he would still be waiting for a while, again. He sighed and decided to head down to the. .." Dad said but stopped when he noticed I was still present and finished with, "You know... I'll make it up to you ." I'm going to hold you to that," Mom said with a bit of a smile.So Dad's been neglecting Mom as well as keeping her awake with his snoring. I thought, realizing some things were now making sense.Between Dad's snoring and Mom not getting needed attention, she was obviously restless. She must have heard us downstairs and came to chat before seeing the TV on and what Becky and I.