When I was younger, I went to my cousin's wedding. She had two bridesmaids and one of them was he same age as me. After the meal, we went into the garden behind the bushes. I asked the bridesmaid if I see her underskirt. She looked at me, and then said all right. She lifted her dress up to her waist; the underskirt was white with lace at the hem. I touched the front of it and it felt soft. I said, "Do you want to see my package?" I unzipped my zip, and took it out for her. She touched it and laughed, saying, "Put it away." She let her dress down that was my first time feeling a girl's underskirt.
— Derrick, 39