"I left my knapsack with her and, holding the bag, walked towards the station bathroom. Before I'd gone two steps she said to my retreating back, "And... no underwear allowed."Bemused, but smiling, I enter the bathroom and slipped into a stall at the end. I opened the bag and pulled out the first item. A kilt. In just a few moments I'd undressed and donned the outfit. Complete with tasseled shoes, high socks and tam I came out of the stall to see what the effect was. A smiling Scotsman faced me. You keep yourself safe in your home behind your secure fences and reinforced, dead bolted doors. The mat on your doorstep may say "welcome," but that mat is a lie, isn't it? Isn't your home decorated with bars and chains and other ornaments that say, not "welcome," but "go away"? We both know that the bars and chains and deadbolts are not for me. They're for others; not Santa. They are there to protect your from all the other dirty old men prowling through the night, who would like. When I was not swimming an event, or dreaming about what was hiding in those Speedos, I help the coach with the split sheets. I had a thing for numbers and usually had the sheets done before the team was out of the locker room. One of the other swimmers, Jason, suggested I help the football coach as well. It usually took him almost a week to get the stat sheets done for the football team and the players didn't like that much. I talked with the coach and soon found myself with a job of sorts. I. Kimber collapsed into my arms her body still shaking uncontrollably. It had been 2am when she woke me and it was now 6. We were exhausted and drifted off to sleep. I woke up around 9 and thought I'd get the upper hand this time. I slithered out of Kimber's arms and gently rolled her on her back. I positioned myself between her legs and began very gently licking her beautiful pussy. I worked very slowly and very softly, I wanted her to be fully aroused before she woke up. I gently rubbed the tip.