I'll leave sometime Wednesday afternoon." STEVE -- Monday, September 25, 1961I drove us back to Sandy's house, after a stop for two bottles of red win... for dinner. We fixed ourselves some sandwiches, and sat down at the kitchen table to eat. I asked her, "Tell me, how did you let the test get the better of you?" I had a good system, and it was working very well for almost a month. We started to get EC's from engineering that were full of errors, and at some point in time, I decided that I. It was a nice apartment and I figured her daddy must be paying for it. She lived with a roommate but there was only one bedroom in which they shared. I started to fantasize about them having sex with each other to satisfy their cravings for sex.She came out and sat on the couch along side of me. Before we started she removed her sweat jacket. That really turned me on looking at her beautiful plump breast through the satin material of her camisole. I was able to see the outline of her. Besides getting pumped about the hot sex in my very near future, my mind was churning. Was there really another woman there at the Inlet because of the possibility of getting laid by me? Did I just turn down a hot strange piece of ass, or possibly a threesome today? Was Nedra just playing head games with me, testing my reaction? How about this: was Nedra tiring of me and my affections, and did she concoct an incredible gesture to let me down easy [and happy]? I certainly had a lot to. Now I ask myself, am I morbidly or abnormally predisposed or do I behave like this? Or is it not really about fetishism, i.e. a form of sexuality that focuses on certain objects or parts of the body?So, am I perverted?Let's take my profile apart.1. I like to wear nylons, as socks, stay-up nylons and tights. Perverse? I think no. This is also no longer a fetish, but a way of life. The feeling of wearing it doesn't excite me (well, sometimes it does), because I just feel good in nylons. You can.