“Let me show you something…” her practiced fingers slipping across my knee to the hem and then up to the bottom button. I run my fingernails down the swell of my breasts, around my areolas, and down the undersides to my tummy. XNXX His voice is perfect, calm but having an impatient undertone as he is greeted. I note Oma’s approval as she hands me a fifty-year-old piece of silk. “Take a moment to smooth the silk before you button… Slow, in control, confident.”
I close my eyes, placing my hands on my breasts, at the collar of Oma’s slip. I close my eyes. “The panties, Oma?” A simple question but one which diminishes me and magnifies my Oma. I crave Oma’s attention. No alterations are needed when she dresses me in her clothes. You could be one day. I don’t mind. The tension fades until I feel her fingertips rest upon my third, buttoned button. A nearly invisible slit begins right in the middle, running perfectly square between my milky white thighs.
