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So, ok, I kept it on pretending I didn’t want to.I wore it under my sweatshirt and shorts for the rest of the night. I couldn’t help glancing at m... profile in the mirror when I walked by it, caught a glimpse of it when I passed a mirror, and how kind of in my way they were when I was just doing normal stuff. I think I was hard for 6 hours.Late that night, sitting on the porch, in my bra and girdle, drinking wine, I admitted to her that this was amazing feeling. I loved it. I felt to put. I was pretty down and out about the whole thing and I guess some of the other girls in the dorm could tell."Hey Pissie!" Heather was smiling at me, poking her head out her door, which was three down from mine. "Come here." What?" I asked, smiling myself just because she was, and as I got closer I could hear giggling and talking."Shhhh ... Come on, close the door!" Heather practically dragged me into the room by the dress I was wearing, just a plain summer dress, thin cotton and pretty casual.. More

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