It was apparent he had spent much time dressed. I mirrored his actions and sat next to him while crossing my legs allowing my skirt to move higher and...exposing more of my nylons.I reached out and touched his nylon covered leg which immediately twitched with excitement. Sheri was sitting on the floor in front of us captivated by the site. I caressed his legs all over feeling the softness and smoothness of the hose. I continued and then let my leg cross over his while I turned to face him. I was. .. it does sound unusual, I guess. But Mum and I are very close, andI guess she felt protective. That's what we did." I never perved at anyone, honest!" Well of course you didn't, Paul," said Mr. Smith smugly, "Paula wasn'tlikely to perv at other women, was she?" Well..." I said weakly, "even if you're right, what's the problem? I'mPaul, I remember being Paul, I enjoy being Paul. You even say that Paul isdoing much better at life than this supposed Paula. Why do you want tochange me back?". What would I do for her to touch me again, get me the release I need? This is excruciating, so mean for her to stop here. I breathe deeply, as frustration and desire run through me. I get up from her examination table, picking up my boxer, and slowly putting it on. I see her looking at me, like a lion spotting its next meal. As I’m pulling up my underwear, she seems to be on the edge of jumping at me. I want to tell her that she can, that I’ll fuck her until she can’t stand it.My boxers finally. He had pictured her walking through Oxford, London, Manchester, Glasgow, and Brighton – to name just a few. He even bragged about getting shots of her kissing a bloke somewhere in Sandbanks. But the agency never sold such pictures. In fact, no one ever found such files on the agency's cloud. His friends all joked behind his back, claiming that Ben had only dreamed about getting his hands on such material – which would have given him, a 41-year-old man living in Stoke-on-Trent, a very nice.