Feeling the panties in my hand, they were soft, smooth. Giving me a confused look she responds “It was good, nothing too eventful, how about you? The laundry was going, I had eaten some crackers, and drank some milk, and I was done. My cock gives a slight twinge, and I see the fabric bulge. So, skirts, dresses, skinny jeans, what’s your fancy?”
Blushing I walk her through what I’ve tried on already. I crawl on to Jenny’s bed, laying on my stomach, with my knees tucked under me. “Okay, whatever. “One minute!”
I was too slow, as Jenny peaked around the corner. The straps fit comfortably on my shoulders, not putting any weight of the draped garment around my neck. I tell her about the jeans, and how I have a hard time getting comfortable in them, before talking about leggings.
