Rate this story by Pantyboy (click here for part 1) I left Cathy’s house and went straight to the mall. For the first time ever I had the nerve to go into Fredericks of Hollywood. I was looking through the racks of lingerie when a cute little sales girl asked if she could help me. I told her “yes.” And she asked if I was shopping for myself or my wife or girlfriend. After what seemed like an eternity, I said, “I’m shopping for myself.” She smiled and told me lots of guys came in and said they were shopping...
