Probably a symptom of growing up in the 70's. I don't even really like black pantyhose that much. But to me writing is what gets me off, and this is...all true stuff about my life in pantyhose. I have no reason to lie about any of this. As a matter of fact, these stories I'm going to write arent' that sensational, like Penthouse forum stories, so you probably WON'T have a hard time believing their validity. Also, since I'm writing these to turn myself on, then why would I embellish? Those. Some girls enjoyed watching my dick, some girls abused, some girls laughed. i have masturbated in office also.Once i have masturbated in auto in which two girls sat beside me with out their knowledge. At last one girl understood that i am doing some weird thing. but my stop came i get down auto. And in private bus from Hyderabad to Vijayawada bus also night time I masturbated.This is another real incident happened to me with my cousin sister who completed her B tech in Vijayawada and came to. Two might big tits squeezing together and her darker nipples sticking out.“is you sandwich alright” Jane asks“Yes fine thank you”We ate our lunch with me not able to take my eyes off Jane’s breasts“Would you mind grabbing that towel and drying my back for me” she askedI stood over Jane rubbing her damp back, then she moved her bra straps down her arms for me to dry, gently rubbing her soft tanned skin my cock was growing and I had no tee shirt on to cover the tent I had growing in my shorts. “I. He happens to like bi women, too."Now my Mom, she can't handle me being a lesbian. When I told her, she freaked out. She wants me to give her grandkids. She said nasty things to me, like God doesn't want me to have kids. It really hurts. That's why I hardly ever see them. Thank God, Daddy still talks with me. He made sure I'm still on his insurance." Mom made me feel guilty. Mom said, if I wanted children, I'd need to date guys. I tried to quit girls. Meeting guys was too easy and too hard..