Dressing with Auntie Heather

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It all started when I was a young, teenage boy. Just discovering my sexual urges by fantasizing about the girls in my class. For some reason I kept flashing on their cute little skirts and legs. Oh, how sexy their legs looked to me. Once in a while, I’d catch a glimpse of them while crossing their legs; you know that little flash of panty. It would just send shivers up my spine and then down directly to my cock.  Thus the start of my fetish for women’s lingerie.

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