I absolutely adored her breasts which usually resided in rather “snug” blouses. If you were lucky you could often see her bra between the buttons....The colour of her bra was often discussed in the pub. Although I had considered myself a “tit man” Julie had the most fantastic legs. We were sometimes rewarded with a glimpse of stocking top. (All women wore stockings in those days.)Julie was a married lady, probably in her mid to late thirties. I can’t remember her husband’s name but he was away a. Mary scoffed and started to respond but Allie interrupted."I heard you got a peep show this morning," she joked."Bottomless Revue," Adam said with a laugh. "If she hadn't pushed me out the door, I was going to tip her a five spot." Whoa, Big Spender," Allie joked. "We've almost got all of Sarah's stuff over. The only thing left is her furniture." But there is a slight dispute that you might be able to moderate," Mary said. "Sarah's stuff is a lot nicer than what you guys have. But it's not as. Managing to get into a single locked cubicle with you, I push you up against the wall holding your hands above your head and kiss you deeply. Before whispering into your ear "How badly do you want me?"I run my hand down your body, atop your clothing, over your breasts until my hand meets the bare skin on your knee just below your dress. Running my hand up your bare thigh, lifting your dress up, finally my fingers meet your pants, soaking wet, pulling them down and off you I put them in your. My stomach began to turn a little. I felt queasy. I opened the locker door and shoved the tights under my sweat top. How was I going to do this without being noticed? I headed for the washroom. For the first time in my life I put on women's clothing. I slowly pulled up each leg of the tights. I then pulled up my shorts over them. My shorts didn't even come close to my knees so the tights were very noticeable. I peeked out of the washroom to see if any guys were still there. They had.