When I was younger, I went to my sister's friend's wedding; the bride was all in white. She had two bridesmaids; one was the same age as me and we had a dance, and then went outside for some fresh air. She gave me kiss and I said, "Are you wearing an underskirt?" She said, "Yes, a long waist white one." I asked if I could see it, and we went to the summer house. She started to lift up her skirt, but I said, "It would be better if you took the skirt off." She let the skirt down, and undid the two buttons at the back, allowing it to fall to the ground. She looked nice in her underskirt; she let me touch it, and then she pulled it back on. She gave me her address and phone number; two weeks later, I went to her house. I wore her bridesmaid underskirt, playing with myself for half an hour in it.
— Jonathan, 40