The compliment had turned Zack's cheeks pink, and he let his bangs fall back into place as fabric covered his face, leaving just him and Whitney's coc... in their own little world. A shaky breath escaped the boy as he looked forward to see the now fully erect member before him, twitching with anticipation merely an inch from his face. For a moment, his eyes darted to Whitney's stocking clad thighs, her soft, pale flesh being squeezed and spilling over the tops of the thigh highs slightly. However. They tell me my past sex life could only be described as vanilla at best. I need a man to educate and show me what I have been missing.”She has me intrigued. I do love an articulate woman who can talk about her sex life and discuss it without any embarrassment.“How many women have you had?,” she asks with a hand on mine. I was tempted to reply, “What answer do you want?,” when the waiter appeared with our meals.Dinner at my inner-city penthouse the next night. Gina was impressed with the view,. Back to the window. Over to me. Plop back down only to squirm around in her seat till she hoped up to start the whole routine again.I also don’t think she was even remotely aware of the effect she had on the other passengers. Ash had on her little pink plaid kilt, a matching white, with pink piping blouse, her white and pink striped knee socks, that fit like thigh highs on her tiny frame, with clunky Mary Jane’s , and her pink collar.Underneath, for a change, she wore panties. Pink and white. Now they were in their twenties Dave was married. Carl could never quiteget over his shyness with girls and was still not only single but avirgin. Carl always envied Dave's good fortune to find such a wonderfulwife as Tracy. He often daydreamed of being with her instead of Dave. Hewondered what she looked like under her clothes. In the end he realizedthat he would be to shy to approach her even if Dave was out of thepicture. He knew that if he could just loose his virginity, theexperience would.