He was veryattractive and very self-confident. It was a wonderthat I didn't cream my panties just from the naughtythoughts I had about Luke.I took a s...at next to a very manly-looking, fortyishfellow who smiled at me, but didn't drool all over melike most of the pantyists did. Maybe he was one ofthose "hetero" crossdressers I had heard about -- theones who only like women. To each his own, I alwayssay. Or at least I do now. At that time, myphilosophy was more like, "to each what the worldthinks. But when she walked into the school building she had a smirk on her face. That lunchtime, when she came out her classroom, Lydia realised with a groan that she hadn’t arranged to get a lift back. She pulled her mobile out. Then she felt inside her pocket for the crumpled note that Andrew had given her, with his number scribbled on it. Hesitantly, she dialled the number. “Hi, Andrew Berger speaking.” “Hi Andrew, it’s Lydia here.” There was a moment of startled surprise on the other end of the. After a moment, I stood in front of her desk. I got a little bit irritated as Mrs. Miller stood up and closed the door to her office with the key from the inside without saying a word. "So what can I do for you?"Mrs. Miller led me to the small kitchen next to her office that could be only being reached from her office. She pointed at her coffee maker. „The coffee maker does not work somehow. A fresh cup of coffee is one of the things I cannot live without in the morning. A young man like you is. My mind while still under the control of the ‘zero to sixty’ change in our sex life began to clear slightly. I asked, “Why did you need Donna to go for it? Why not Sally (who looked hot to me from the pictures)?”My wife replied, “Well, when I first found all the things on your profile. I couldn’t believe it! I knew you were more than interested by the sheer amount of stuff on your profile! It was when I read your stories that I got my interest piqued. Some the stuff was crap honestly,.