]]All the sites made a big deal about not looking at the keyboard when typing, which made sense, so I did some experiments with trying to type the alp...abet with an NP-fingertip without looking at the keyboard. I made so many mistakes that the 26-letter result looked like a long Czechoslovakian word. The problem was that I didn't have an accurate enough way of knowing exactly where any letter was, so I'd often hit one of its neighbors.Some more playing around let me find a solution: I created. I stripped naked and put on a basque, g string, a long black wig, thigh length boots with platform heels and a feather boa. The mirror showed a passable girl if very tarty. "OK come out now" Walking in platform boots was surprisingly easy and I walked to the sales area witht he pornographic mags and toys. "Wait there by the open door while I get the goods." People walked past and could clearly see me but it was quite arousing and exciting. After a couple of minutes a couple came into the store. I told her, "OK, Please, do come back." Again she flashed that perfect tit. As soon as the door was closed I stripped off my now damp jeans, wiped my cock on them and slipped into one of the pair of shorts. I decided to see how she acted when she returned so I didn't expose myself. That was a hard thing to do. I wanted to show this beautiful woman the effect her tit had on me, but I didn't want to piss her off.Within minutes she knocked on the door and asked how I was doing? I told her I. By the time I was a junior, I had collected an entire stash of shoes. I had keds, Nike, Reebok freestyle mids, a large collection of casual Wal-Mart shoes and an assortment of cheerleading shoes. My cheerleading shoes were Nike (2), Converse and AHH yes, Asics. I had two pair of Asics. Before each purchase, I often dreamed of wearing my shoes in public. I once wore my Nike cheerleading shoes in Lowes and at a park while wearing shorts.The instance I'm building up to is when I had graduated and.