As we grew I left the city and went for higher studies to bangalore. The dream city, where I wanted to live rest of my life. But things change, and ch...nge is the only thing that never changes, as all I was attracted to girls, I had many crush but all the way, I had no guts to put it through. Whenever I used to visit my place, she would be the first to welcome me with a warm hug.We had no bad thoughts for each other.But my lust for sex was not the same way it was when I left the city.Welcoming. You tell me." Five 'K' at 1:45 splits." Give me ten pulls, so I can bring this mother up to speed."When I got the machine going, she started calling the stroke. "Stoke, stroke, stroke, stroke..."As I was pulling hard, she checked her watch against the readings on the ergs. She saw that my strokes were a little more powerful than she expected, so she slowed the pace just a bit. As I kept pulling, she kept adjusting the pace, bit by bit. I noticed one time when she turned to check the distance. “Now are you ready to go,” I asked as I playfully smacked her on the ass. “Yes,” she giggled, “Very ready!” We packed her stuff in the car and headed toward the campground. When we got there, we pitched the tent and set up the camp site. I loved to watch her, the sensual movements she made without even realizing it and knowing she was all mine, made it that much more erotic. When we finished, it was late afternoon and I headed to the trunk of the car were I pulled the items that I put in there. Through my late teens and early twenties, I wore pantyhose nearly every day and each day would end the same; I would masturbate with me rubbing my hosed legs together, imagining myself as any one of those sexy hosiery clad women I had burned into my memory throughout my adolescence. Like any fetish, the need to find more ways to keep your fetish relevant occurs and the desire to push the envelope creates more opportunities to share your fetish. I found myself cruising online sites and chat.