She said, "I love this style. it does such minimal creeping up anddown I rarely have to pull it up or down during the whole meet. Whatis your size?"Re...ina said, "About a size 5 I believe."The sales lady looked at her and she said,, "You are about 5'6" inchesaren't you me I am 5'3" my whole family is pretty short."Regina said, "Oh well you look still look good."The sales girl said, "Thank you and here are some size 5s."Regina went into the dressing room and spent about 30 minutes tryingon. She went all red and ran off back indoors. Weird really, I suspected it was because she didn’t have one of her own, women don’t have, at least I can`t see any in my magazines! I went to bed early, set my alarm. I could hear Aunty up in her room, her beds above mine and after mum went up to tuck her in like she does most nights I heard her, all restless as usual, the head of her bed was banging on the wall, she has bad dreams I think, mum soothes her and she goes off to sleep after a while, and. It was out of this world, beyond anything I had enjoyed so far, this time we both hit the high notes together, then collapsed, in one another`s arms! As we came apart, that overfilled condom dragged at my foreskin heavily. She removed it and tied it off with a “wow!” We lay stunned my dick shrivelling, its work I thought done for the day. We dozed, lost in that euphoria that follows great sex. Gently kissing one another, stroking cool skin, me fondling soft breasts and her my genitals. It was. I hardly even go out on dates any more. Everyone suspects there's something wrong with me. Maybe there is.You see, I've found a substitute for women. For real-life women, that is. I dream.As a horny and frustrated adolescent I had begun fantasizing about what it might be like to make it with some of those unattainable cheerleaders, the cute ones with the high, musical voices and long hair down to the waist who were much too good for me. Fantasizing was better than nothing, and soon it was much.