"What girl doesn't haveblack tights?" I stated to myself. The thought of tights sent a thrilldown my back. I'd always had a secret fetish for them w...enever I'd seenyoung women, just out of college, in the office wear them, or mygirlfriend. But now it was a little different. The very thought ofwearing them seemed like kind of a turn on. I'm not even sure where thatthought had even come from, but I was certainly not a crossdresser.With the outfit ordered, and the show over, I took a look at. Go figure! And I'm leaving out the "umlaut" 'cause it's not on my keyboard -- that's two dots over letters like "a" and "o" and "u" and it changes the pronunciation into sort of an "eh" or "ee" sound, and I won't bore you with any more of this stuff.After my last class of the day I had to shift back to Devers mode as I made my way to her office and knocked on the door, entering when she waved me in, closing the door behind me, and carefully putting my towel down before I sat."Have you been. When I put my hand forward, his fingers touched my fingers, and I felt shocked due to static. The teacup just fell down and broke into pieces. He said sorry and helped me collecting the broken cup.While doing so, he got a good view of my cleavage through the tank top. I saw him looking at my boobs. When he realized that I knew he was watching, he immediately took off his eyes from my boobs. Somehow I felt good. I was a slave for all the time I had sex in the past.But now, a feeling of. It shot up onto her pussy and belly. It even shot up onto her tits. It was so fucking sexy. I loved my Cindy then. I collapsed between her legs. My face was sticky with pussy juices. I licked my lips. I looked up into Cindy's face. She had laid her legs down flat now. I could see her softly and gently massaging her pussy, and rubbing my cum into her tits. Her hands went to her mouth, and she licked my cum off of her hands. I got up and layed down beside her. I got my arms around her, and kissed.