She had a penchant for dark pantyhose which only enhanced the white lace of her slip whenever I was fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of her slip he.... I can't begin to tell you how many time I masturbated to her or envisioned her when I was with a girlfriend.Soon I was out of the house, pursuing a hockey career amongst other things and we saw very little of each other for the next 14 years. I finally returned to my hometown when I was 30 and got married to another older lady, who was 12 years. 'Oh my Gawd! Who could possibly live in this pile of dirt?' Heatherhad nothing but contempt for anyone who would live in the side of ahill."WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT!!!???"The voice boomed out from behind Heather. She quickly turned and sawthe ogre dressed in a blouse and a skirt. His face was made up in thefashion that Petra had shown him. The colors were earthy to try andcompliment his green skin. Heather burst out laughing."Oh my Gawd! You are a mess. I have never seen. She's wearing thigh highs and my cock jumps. Then she repositions her arms so that her coat is now draped wider, blocking me from the rest of the train. Understanding the hint, I slide my hand higher, moving my fingers along the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She buckles her knees again, ever so slightly, and my thumb finds the uppermost part of her thigh, where thigh meets torso. Ever so carefully, I move my thumb upward and as my thumb finds the front of her panties, the warmth and wetness. She had been assigned to me, but this was the first I was hearing of it. I looked down at my very full in-box and sifted through it until I found a letter from the provost. The letter informed me that I would be supervising young Ms. Anderson this semester. She had just completed an internship with Professor Stanislaw in Geology. I asked her what she did with her mentor last semester, and she told me she cataloged and analyzed samples, did some filing, and helped Stanislaw prepare some papers.