I would never share her, never dream of letting another touch her. My hands found her breasts. I squeezed and hefted them. My fingers sank into her he...vy mounds, feeling their weight.Her hands slid down my body, her digits so hot, her fingernails lightly scratching at my skin. She crossed my chest to my stomach, brushing my outie bellybutton. A tingle shot down to my rock-hard dick. I had never been more ready to do anything in my life.She found the fastener of my jeans.I groaned into her lips. I finish up with a "tax officer" who looks like he hasn't started shaving yet! Ahmed was polite and bloody useless so I yelled at him till he finally sent for his supervisor. Mr Cameron at last got to the root of my problem."I'm so sorry Ms Carson but it appears that the National Insurance number on your tax docket doesn't match the number entered in your computer file. One of our staff has made an error entering it!" Then I don't owe you any back taxes?" No!" And you've been taking too much. I grabbed him and held him against open flame…thanks to a cigarette lighter belonging to my friend Charleston. I hurt that guy, man. I’m sorry for it now but at the time, all I felt was a profound sense of accomplishment. Yeah, I started being a monster and a menace just like every Sociopath who has ever lived. However, inexplicably, I changed as time went by. I don’t know from whence my transformation came, but as time went by, I changed. I evolved from a fiend into what I am now. A halfway. The sheerness of fine stockings could not be matched by the relatively coarse pantyhose material, which lacked the fine denier weave and smooth sensual feeling. The more she wore fine stockings every day to work and going out, the more she loved the stimulation of knowing that she was wearing super sexy lingerie and hosiery under her otherwise normal clothes. She dated regularly and her boy friends were always surprised (and pleased) by her fantasies and pleasures. But Hye-jin was still a.