.." said with a theatrical sigh."There's only one question in a man's mind; it's not how big are they, or how firm are they, or do they sag ... No the... only question is, 'can I touch them'? If the answer is 'yes' then they're perfect." Humph! So ... you like them because you can touch them?"I stroked the side of said breast absently, aware of the silky smooth skin and firm flesh."Not because. I like touching them, and I like looking at them. They're ... satisfying. Lovely shape, just the right. The thought alone was enough to make me shiver a little and my panties become a little tighter.I made it back home and unpacked my items, I was constantly distracted by thoughts of my encounters earlier that day. Of Marc, the people in the street, the cam girl, the shop workers. I was horny, really fucking horny and everything made me want to touch myself, my balls seemed to be humming and boiling ready to burst. I needed to calm myself down as I had to save it for tonight’s show but at this. "I guess," he replied.But that wasn't it. It was the blouse. And it was the skirt. Both were made of extremely soft and shinysatin charmeuse, of the kind normally found in the finest lingerie. And he would know. He had a fetish forsilk and satin. He had been that way even before he knew what sexual feelings were. For him, sex andsatin were one whole thing, each a part of his basic needs. It was as if she had appeared nude tosomeone without the fetish. And she was his mother."Do you think the. I noticed that the for rent sign had been taken down on the flat next door. I could not help but wonder who might be moving in there. The very next day a moving van and a car appeared next door. I went over to the young muscular man and asked him if he was moving in he said yes and told me his name was David i said my name is James but most people call me Jamie and if you need any help i am next door. .