About 45 years old, he's mostly bald other than a horseshoe of hair around the sides and back of his head and has glasses. He's dorky but means well a...d I figure shooting the shit for a while can't hurt. We go back and forth before I realize an hour has passed and suddenly the conversation takes a turn. "So you fuck any good pussy recently?" Shocked, I asked him to repeat himself. "You fuck any cuties lately? C'mon we're just hanging out you don't have to answer if you don't want to!"Maybe it. I was stood in the printing room waiting for my documents to print when the new boss came into the room. I wasn't sure what to do because I had never been in her company before. I had heard stories about her and how hard she was on her workers. I had just never realise how hard. I was about to leave the room when she faced me and said.. "What's your name?" I looked around and realising no one else had entered the room, I replied.. "Jaiden." "Jaiden what?" "Jaiden Smith." She came towards me. So I said oh aye I’ll do it. I’ve always loved the undies, its the fact you can feel if a lads just been in em, nice and warm, and i love wanking in em, over the years I’ve nicked loads so i thought well I can look after the dog, walks, and feeds and that, and maybe just maybe, get a pair of his undies while I’m at it. So I went in the house. I was racing inside. Walked the dog. Then there on the wall was a huge picture of this lad, and he was cute, not what you’d call like a Hollywood hunk ,. My collection of mags at that time was probably around 5 or 6 thousand, and I’d been worshipping girls for over 20 years by then – I’d only seen girls bare in mags, apart from some lucky glimpses, at a distance on a beach or in a topless go-go pub. So I’d worshipped lots of girls by then, but never been so totally knocked-out by a girl as I was by Miss Donna. There followed a golden era of Miss Donna worship. I soon discovered big-bosom mags called Peaches, Amazons, and 50+, and Miss Donna was.