Her long slender legs were encased in sheer black tights. She wore knee high boots with a moderate heel and a lovely A-Line mid thigh skirt. She looke... amazing. Tights! I can't escape them. For a moment I daydreamed about wearing a similar outfit. I loved crossdressing and whislt having a few items of clothing other than hosiery, I had never fully cross dressed but would love to. Maybe a nice blonde wig and expertly applied make up? What... no, what was I thinking? I needed to stop this, think. I am lying on my wooden cot. She was lying over her excellently finished luxurious imported cot with foam mattress and pillows. I woke up after a little while. I pretended that I am still sleeping. He did not observe it. She took one of her foam pillow and kept it in between her two legs and thighs and started jerking it. It was creating some pleasure to her. I also started getting temptation over this. I am normally a craze-for-sex-woman. I constantly observed her movements for some days. One. These children don’t steal maliciously, but a pen is worth more to them than anything else. Having a pen means they wont attract attention in other classes, and they can actually do their work, without waiting for someone else to finish to borrow their pen. They are possessive of their pens, they never let go of them. They carry their school books in plastic bags, but the pen stays clutched in their hand all day. I can go out and buy fifty biros for about £1, it’s cheap as anything, I don’t. ‘Nevermind. It was stupid anyway’ I thought. Nothing was going to happen. Forget it. The car turned onto her street. My hands visibly trembled and I repeatedly shuffled about as the driver slowed to a halt in the middle of the cul-de-sac and we stared at each other. “So...” we started, both simultaneously mocking some kind of clichéd awkward love scene and genuinely unsure of what next to say. The moment seemed like an age, an age of pulses racing and of hearts beating so loudly the driver.