I'd never seen any like them before, just blackand nude. I thought my legs looked great in them with the barelytransparent red."Why don't you wear the...e yourself?" I asked Svenja, interrupting mystory."I'm a pants girl," she explained. "You know that already." And I'm a pantyhose boy," I giggled. "Or is that a skirt boy?"She looked at me strangely. "Do you know, even when you're just wearingpanties, I haven't thought of you as a boy."I didn't know what to say to that. To avoid an uncomfortable. His cock throbbed as Sam pulled the sheet back and reached out to slide a hand around Paul’s massive rock hard cock shaft. She purred as Paul felt her slide what felt like an oily hand up and down his hot throbbing shaft. And then in complete amazement he watched the beautiful blonde dip her head and run her tongue around the thick mushroom head of his cut cock before smiling up at him and then sliding her lips down over the head and shaft. Paul moaned softly knowing that if this wonderful. He started dating Lee when I was a baby. Hell, I worked for him one summer in Saratoga.”“So, what’s he like? He doesn’t say anything about himself.”Dickie leaned back and thought for a moment. “Well, I’ve never been anywhere with Sam when he wasn’t the smartest guy in the room. He’s a genius, literally. He’s got more degrees than the rest of us combined. That’s his biggest problem, too. He knows it, and he simply won’t tolerate fools, and, to Sam, most of the world falls in the category of. Her friends stood around her, comforting her, consoling her and telling her the usual lies and junk about boys - 'they're all jerks, all they want at this age is sex, lalala'. I stood behind the lockers and listened, rolling my eyes. Girls. Damien's party that night was my chance to officially break free from her - to hook up with some other mad hot girl and forget everything. I was going to drink myself silly, do something I would "regret" in the morning, (though I probably wouldn't) and.