.all I could do was stare wide eyed.He must've been rubbing away at his knob 24/7 judging by the amount of boy-junk coating his shorts."You dirty fuck...r" was all I could manage.Stevie gave a throaty laugh & shoved his shorts in me face!"You & me,both...& you fuckin' love it,dontchya? Seen how ya lick ya lips when I toss off in front of ya,mate.And when me spunk flies out me piss-hole ya nearly go cross-eyed,hahaha".Jeez...he weren't wrong about that,lol.I grabbed his bony wrist to keep his. That’s a sham a good looking girl like you with no boyfriend. Britney was thinking to her is this guy trying to chat me up. She looked him up and down and thought he was a good looking guy. Britney then said to James you know it’s my 17th birthday today. James look at her with a smile and said Oh is it Happy Birthday. Thank you she says back. James then says you know here am me and I don’t have a present for you. Have you had any today? She says no I haven’t yet with a dirty looking look. This was 100% new to me but also there is no one else here and sod it really but the feeling of the nylon stockings going up my legs was a whole new sensation for me and one I will never forget. Something about it felt quite feminine and sexy , I have also loved women wearing them ever since I can remember so it’s only fair I try them as well.After checking myself out in the mirror quite a few times I put on a dressing gown and went to chill out on the sofa watching a film but I have to be. It was tempting. I loved riding around in convertibles, and this looked to feel even more liberating. I started to get up, but then I remembered a promise I had made, a promise that Lori McMasters, Lori Wilkinson, had extracted from me in a fit of grief over her lost husband.It was a long time ago, I said to myself in a classic case of rationalizing.Don't delude yourself, Self, I fired back in my mind. Perhaps it was rash, maybe you were young, and nobody would probably care even if they did.