She searched the waistband with her hands, hoping to find a clasp or some sort of release mechanism, but just like every time before, she came up with...nothing. She was starting to panic now and tried to force her fingers between the waistband and her skin, to rip the humiliating thing off, but only succeeded in scratching herself. It was as if the petticoat were a part of her.It was white with a hot pink waist band and trim.It was also ridiculously springy, it's thick, lacy folds jutting out. I had been swimming with high school kids, the guys in this swimming team were men. Fully grown men. It was intimidating being around the older guys in the pool, in the gym and in the showers. At high school I was the big dog on the swim team, here, the big dog was a guy called Billy. He was loud, arrogant, six foot tall, broader shoulders than most swimmers, absolutely ripped, not an ounce of fat on him and did I mention how arrogant he was? Billy gave every one a hard time and nobody argued. .Well I don't normally keep those things at my flat, I could get them for a week or two's time, and you will have to let me know what sizes you are...No, that won't be necessary I have the gear, I just need someone to visit...Well... I suppose that is okay, how long were you thinking of?Erm... What's Normal?Well there is no "norm" - Sorry, what's your name?Well - my name is Steve, but please call me Amanda,Well, Amanda, I don't care too much about time, but I think you should start with about. How can I ever repay Diana and Jeff? My face looks forty-five or so, but my body looks like a twenty year old.She couldn't help it; she had to touch her pussy again. She first pushed one finger into her channel, then added a second, bumping her clit with her palm as she fingered herself. Minutes and a half dozen orgasms later, she staggered to the shower, worried that Steve and Marcie had heard her while she had been standing outside their bedroom last night.Dressed and knowing that Marcie kept.