One girl, Tiffany, came up to after her class ended. When I first laid eyes on her, she was already nearly at her seat. She was wearing a plain gray...T-shirt and and khaki shorts that ended just above her knees. Her dark brown skin was a shock to my senses among the white farmers that populated my school. I had asked the class to go around and introduce themselves just so I could know her name. When it was her turn to introduce herself she said, "Hi, I'm Tiffany. My family just moved here. She shot backwards, gasped and said “Wow that’s beautiful and much bigger than I expected; can I t”--- . I think she was going to say “touch it” but her enthusiasm got the better of her and she wrapped her hand around my shaft and gently fondled it. I was in heaven and thought I was going to blow it there and then and I struggled hard to keep myself under control. I remembered a little trick I’d heard about and I tried hard to wee, knowing that I couldn’t while I had a hard on, and it worked;. If anyone ever commented I just saidmy body hair didn't grow and that seemed to satisfy them. Someof my girl friends had even commented on how soft and sexy mybody felt without hair.I dried myself and headed to Jenny's room to dress. I put on thesuspender belt first and then the stockings - the feel of themon my legs was bliss - would I ever tire of that feeling? Nextthe panty girdle - it really was a sexy garment and the way itlightly gripped me would heighten the pleasure for the. I mean no,” she said, sitting up again and refilling her glass. “Go right ahead.” “Why do you hide yourself?” “I’m still not sure what you mean.” “When you are confident, you sit like this,” he demonstrated, sitting upright with proper posture. “And yet, when you become unsure, you sit like this,” he leaned over the table and looked away from her. “I think it is an old habit.” “Ivan,” Sven protested again. “If it’s an old habit, perhaps discussing it embarrasses her.” He turned to Heather..