She stepped out of the bus and walked home next to Liam, a guy from her math lessons. She doesn't really know him and doesn't really talk to him, but ...he liked his company, so she wasn't walking alone.'Finaly', she tought.'Mom, I'm home!' Kimberly said. her mom didn't respond, but that was normal for her. Kimberly walked up the stairs into her room and closed the door behind her.she threw her backpack in the corner and sat on her bed. 'what to wear..' Kimberly thought.She stood up and went to. Things with my girlfriend had gone a bit off the boil recently and we hadn’t had sex for 3 weeks because I’d lost my libido and couldn’t get an erection through stress at work etc. However, I still thought it would be a bad thing to betray my girlfriend, despite our problems. At the end of a long night drinking, me and Alison ended up walking towards my hotel where I was staying and she was catching a bus home. I stupidly asked if she wanted a coffee in the hotel bar and when we got there it. Every evening I did it with myself in the plastic pants and sometimes several times. If possible, I also put on the plastic pants under my clothing during the day. That felt horny. The plastic pants also had a certain odor and got excited. Only later did I realize that those odors could be remnants of sperm or urine. I did not realize at the time that this could be the beginning of a permanent sexual need to get ready in the plastic pants. That this was the start to my sexual life with plastic. " Let's settle it that way then. I'll come over to catch you. If you can throw even one curve that breaks more than three inches, you can take Jane out and do whatever she lets you do. If not, you tell her that you changed your mind, and you decided not to go out with her. Deal?" Bill, it isn't that I don't trust your honesty, because I really do. It's your eyesight I don't trust. How about we get an unbiased person's opinion to make the decision on how far the ball breaks. I get to warm up.