The outstanding features were her incredible, almost hypnotic eyes, and her lovely soft, red hair. Not to forget her now-and-then goofy accent and str...nge phrases. Freckles. That was something else I really liked. Freckles that she tried to hide on her cheeks and yet allowed them to show on the tops of her breasts. Then there was her perfume and scent. I was wired. I felt like I'd had a dozen coffees. It would be a while before I slept.It was nearly ten when I woke the next morning. I had slept. But there was more but the image kind of looked like this ... This began in Kindergarden on a school bus in 1974 with a girl named Gina and wore these purple tight pants a lot. I can't remember if it was jeans or corduroy or slacks seemed like all of the above but they were tight and this set off a life long trigger.. And I wanted to sit next to this Gina on the bus or as close as possible. Why this happened we can not in therapy come up with a answer. But it has been for like 1974-2019 a. My view is blurred from the tears that start to well in my eyes. She glances back and smiles. She pulls me close and tells me it will be alright, and not to ruin my make-up with tears. She kisses me lightly on the cheek and leads me deeper into the building.I feel the music throbbing in the air long before I can hear it. She leads me along the outside of the club, smiling as she looks out over the crowds. I don't look. I keep my eyes focused on the small of her back, keep my attention on where. He was also completely naked! His left hand was in his crotch slowly rubbing his cock. He was going through a box of porn magazines! He was stroking hard, but slowly. My cock was harder than I think has ever been. I was straining to see more, but the angle wasn’t good. His clothes were piled up at the bottom of the steps. I walked over and picked up his tighties and smelled. They were musky from a long day of holding his balls and cock tight. It was like a d**g to me. I took a deep breath and.