After I finally had sex for the first time, I had started masturbating at least several times a day. It used to just be at least once a day. So one d...y towards the end of school, I was in the locker room after P.E class. It was my last period, so school was just about over. Remember how he class was P.E?That was the problem… I don't know about you, but the girls uniforms at my school have pretty short-shorts… those are my weakness. It all started from seeing a few girls bend over… oh those. I want these four people alive for advanced interrogation at Fort Smith.”‘‘Let’s gear up the works, full body armor. Red battalion 1 - you know who you are - we have the last 14 armored vehicles. Each of you are to get six thirty round clips, do not ride with one in the chamber.”We headed back to the barracks to gear up. I pulled my duffle bag off the storage rack. As I opened it, I instantly became mad.My helmet had five stars on it. My shirt I was to wear had five stars on the upper arm sown. "Which one do you like better, Billy? This one that goes from pink toorange, this one that goes from light green to electric blue, or the onethat goes from banana yellow to copper?" They all are cool." Pick one -- what do you want to see on my fingers today? My hands arein your hands, so to speak."After thinking about it for a moment, Billy replied, "You should do thepink/orange one. It works with your tan. But maybe buy the bananayellow one for your toes. You could experiment a. Just as I was about to toss the pantyhose in my bag I heard a man clear his throat. I tossed the pantyhose quickly and they landed a few feet behind me on the bench. The man was an employee of the gym. He was a young, lean muscled and good looking guy. I guessed he was about 24-25 years old. My heart was pounding. He said “looks like some nice stockings, huh?” I immediately replied “they aren’t mine.” He then said “oh, well, I’m not judging, just saying they look nice, probably feel.