.par kya karti ye akelapan or bardasht ni hota tha..aaj se pehle kabhi meri chudai nahi huyi mai bilkul fresh maal hu..mere mote mote chuche or bdi ma...hlti huyi gaand vese to kisi ka bhi khada kar skti hai pr ajtk mene is baare mai kabhi socha nahi tha..Abi 3mahine pehle ki baat hai apne office se aate aate jb gaadi mai apni colony ki parking mai kaam kar rahi thi tabhi sath wali gaadi se meri gaadi thodi si touch hone ki vjh se usme scratches pad gye..par vha koi tha ni to mujhe pata ni chla. A lot of men wear pantyhose, but they usually keep it a secret. I think you are pretty bold for wearing them here to school" he said. "Am I in trouble?" I asked. "No not at all. I fact, I think it's great that you wear hose" he said. " They're actually tights. My mom wears them to exercise in and I just like the way they feel on my legs and feet, and they way the look on me" I replied. I was red with embarrassment and shame but I must confess that I was getting a little aroused by the. I valued her company too much to ruin things by bringing sex so blatantly up front. ‘Well,’ I said, emphasising the important words and looking directly into those lovely blue eyes, ‘you are beautiful, I do want you, and I do enjoy being with you but you certainly won’t be treated like an object by me. You are a lovely person and I like you too much to insult you in that way!’ And I really meant it, she was too lovely, but deep down part of me knew that I was being untruthful to myself. I. ~*~*~*~I spend half the morning cleaning the slime off my couch. I'm even more sore than any of the other times, the times that I slept through, and I can't help but wonder why last night was different. Was it punishing me for trying to avoid it? Would it get worse if I didn't cooperate?I'm not about to let myself become some demon's fuck-toy without a fight. I lay in bed, wide awake and waiting, my heart thumping in my chest as midnight draws near. This might not work. I don't know anything.