I started picking up the handkerchiefs from under the bed and also found a small jar of Vaseline with about half of it gone. The hankies would go in t...e laundry and I'd put a couple of clean ones under his bed.After a few weeks, not long after he'd turned thirteen, I saw that the jar of Vaseline was about empty so put it on my shopping list and replaced it with a full one.Weeks and months went by as I swapped his used hankies with clean ones and, when it got low, I'd replace his lube of. I wasn'tthinking of anything in particular, just concentrating on the feelingsof the tight silk on my skin, as I rubbed my crotch against the bed. Iremember every orgasm I've had since has never been over a female, yetI don't find men attractive.I remember when I was 16. I had begun to imagine men kissing me andtouching me when I was dressed as a girl. I remember no longer thinkingthat a man's cock was disgusting.I remember when I was 17. I had gotten fully dressed up one time whenmy parents. Wir leben in einem älteren Haus, das hat zwei Stockwerke und einen Keller, wo ich mein Büro außerhalb der Firma habe. Ich habe eine große Couch, auf der ich, wenn ich spät abends arbeite, mich hinlege und mitunter sogar die Nacht verbringe, um Lisa oder Gene nicht zu stören. Ich hatte einen Einwegspiegel installiert, durch den man von der anderen Seite hineinschauen konnte, ohne gesehen zu werden.Lois und mein Sexualleben waren ziemlich aktiv, wir fickten ungefähr einmal pro Woche, was sie sehr. ”Remembering what I’d been instructed, I gave a very short description of meeting her at my house and her coming for Saturday study sessions, as well as occasionally staying for our Saturday evening parties. I also mentioned helping her with computer science homework. The questions then shifted to my relationship with Charlie, and went right to where I knew they would go.“Mr. Adams, did you, at any time, engage in intimate relations with Miss Charlotte Johnson?”“Counselor, I told you in advance.