The reason for this was obvious, had I attempted it on my own and slipped I could easily have injured myself.Sometimes at my request, Andrew would was... the parts of me that were difficult to reach. He was a professional carer and very trustworthy. That night, when I was tucked up in my bed with Jamie on top of the duvet, I began to have strange but rather welcoming thoughts.I did wonder just what Andrew may have been thinking when he was not only watching me enjoying the feeling of the warm. Eventually Kathi came in and removed the smock that hid my clothes. I was fastened to the seat like I had thought, but I was also wearing the outfit of a little schoolgirl. I had on a short, green, plaid, pleated skirt, a white blouse with a green scarf around the collar, a bright, emerald green bra that shone through the blouse, white over-the-knee socks with little green satin bows at the tops and black patent Mary Janes. I was every guy's fantasy schoolgirl, especially with my very large. Later he shut his door, and I was already sitting on the floor and he pulled out a pillow from the bed and hit the floor laying on his back. He took his hand behind his head, revealing his armpits.. Clean..Hygienic..Just the way I like it. I was like “Man mein laddoo foota !!”His legs were toward me, and even when we were speaking I touched his leg and changed the topic and said, “you got hair here”.. he smiled and looked at me.I started touching his leg and the feeling his skin. Beautiful,. It's dirty, and gross to even think about. I leave that to the sluts who don't mind degrading themselves.My sex life since college can be summed up in one word: “vibrator”. I've been on a few dates here and there, but I didn't really 'click' with any of the guys so there were very few second dates, and no sex at all. I keep my best friend in a drawer next to the bed and used it frequently, as I often woke from one of my cock dreams highly aroused. That is, until I discovered Internet classified.