I spent months perving over Linda, getting to look down her top, and glimpse up her skirt as she crossed her legs. Of course all this time in her comp...ny could not be spent just ogling as that would have given the game away, so naturally I would chat to her. I found her very easy to talk to and we became more and more friendly. We shared many stories and confessions of our lives. I would go visit her in the office less to perv and more because I enjoyed her company and started having feelings. B : Oh that’s okay, she was cool with it.J : You never know, it probably turned her on, you might have a chance there. Does she know about tomorrow, perhaps she’d like to join us.B : Well l had to tell her everything, but l don’t know about that, she’s going out with friends tomorrow. Is Brian there now, listening.Brian : I’m here Brendan, l’m just getting Jane’s pussy nice and smooth ready for tomorrow.B : Oh hi mate, that sounds good, l’m sure a few of us would like to go down on her.Brian :. ..masturbating away as you wallow in a deluge of girlie sensations - the soft friction of you sheer stockinged legs brush aghast each other and pretty panties around you waist, the tight embrace of a woman’s around your flat chest......immersed in girlie thoughts and girlie emotions.But all the while, there is this fear in the background - a fear of being caught in her stockings and underwear. So whilst you indulge yourself in girlie ecstasy and effeminacy, there is this common discomforting. Of course my education came before boys, my father frowning on the idea of me dating. By now I was turning into a rather attractive girl, people told me my pale grey eyes were amazing and matched with my raven black hair and my 36-22-34 figure at the age of fifteen I was attracting plenty of male (and female) interest. To keep my family happy my sex life consisted of masturbation (now up to six times a day) and my sureptitious exploits in toilet blocks, this of course was never in my town. Boys.