"How's that?" So-o-o-o much better. You feel like you're pressing against my stomach; it's so deep. Okay I accept that whatever you did with Rosalee i... wasn't quite fucking if that was all it was." Oh I don't know that I'd consider this fucking. Don't you remember your English lessons? Verbs are action words and there doesn't seem to be much activity. How about we try this?"I pulled back and pushed forward a couple of times and then paused."Oh, please don't stop." Sorry Sweetheart. We really. Denise. Denise White was her name. That was the jersey I wore as well, as big a fan as I was. After some more eye balling of her, I was saddened to go home knowing she and the Knicks had lost. I sighed, walking out of the stadium. I needed something after all that eye balling of her.So, as all men do, they go to the nearest bar. Well, at least in my day and age. I sighed and sat at the counter, atop one of the stools. A commercial played on the screen of the TV above. "Make sure to tune into. The feeling as they slid up my legs sent medizzy and when I pulled them up tight I nearly fainted.That was that, as they say. I would ‘borrow’ my mum’s stuff and shopliftknickers and pairs of tights from local shops. I built a smallcollection of knickers and a bra and a couple of dresses I picked upfrom outside the charity shop where someone had left them forcollection. I would get home from school and run to my room and pull onthe knickers and the bra and a dress. God knows what I looked like,. The reader is warned to never try to imitate anyportion or aspect of this story. Pork ChopJeff and I graduated welding school toady. We both got hired by a steel fabrication plant that makes Barbecues. I was the only girl in the class and it looks like I am the only one working as a welder in this company. Most of the guys could play football, at least they are built for it. I, on the other hand, am 20 years old, only 105 pounds and 5? 2? with long blond hair that I wear in a ponytail when I am.