.. duh!]But at fifteen and under control by hormones totally unfamiliar to me, and similarly to others, there's sometimes a blurred line that we accid...ntally cross.So at the age of fifteen and proud of myself for getting into my high school frat (the hazing was annoying), I finally got to see my first stag film. It wasn't the kind of professional production that you see today. It was an 8mm film (without sound), but at least it was in color.In this movie, the guy found this lovely young thing. ‘You’re so beautiful,’ she whispered against him mouth. They both froze, their gazes locked. Miriam blushed. He settled on his arms, her softness cuddling his lower body. ‘No one has called me beautiful before.’ ‘I suppose it is not very, um, manly,’ she managed. Her face was burning. She fiddled with his top button. The V of his shirt revealed tanned skin with a sprinkling of fine black hair to her curious eyes. ‘Perhaps I did peck you,’ Miriam finally admitted, not meeting his intense gaze.. I went to her special draw and got out her new rabbit toy. I put it on to vibrate and as she lay face down on the bed, I gentle massaged her buttocks with it. She parted her thighs and lifted her bottom off the bed so that I could massage her pussy through her tight shorts. She was leaving a very impressive damp patch and making a gorgeous camal toe in them. My cock was rock hard, again. I pulled her shorts off and held them up to my face and sniffed the gusset. It was a fantastic combination. None of that made any difference to me of course, until the Internet. Two things happened. First, after having to give up buying mags because they had become far too explicit, and the demise of my beloved Spick & Spans, I found wonderful sites where all you saw was stocking-tops, knickers, legginess, cleavage – the sort of poses I loved and which were more than enough for me to get all the sex pleasure I needed. I also discovered you could correspond with the posing girls but that’s another.