Just before the second chorus, he looked down, and noticed one man waslooking straight up his skirt. He didn't even know what color panties hewas wear...ing, but this guy did."These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do.And one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you."Like the striking of the final snare after the chorus, the pervert feltthe white block heel, as it furiously plunged into his nose. He lay onthe floor for a moment, bleeding out. The peeping tom. I had just taken a shower and was starting to touch myself, when the phone rang. It was Omar again, asking if I would meet him. I really was kind of horny that night and he just finally wore me down so I said yes. He told me to meet him behind the trash dumpster as he did not want to chance anyone seeing him coming and going from my house…So I headed to the dumpster. When I got there he was waiting. He didn't say anything; he just grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. Then he undid his jeans. "Waiting to meet me?" asked Amy. "Whatever for?"I thought I'd better speak. "Amy, my grandma wanted me to meet you." So Jeffery, are you going to take Amy to dinner?" asked Grandma."Grandma, she doesn't know me or anything about me. I can't just put her on the spot like this. I will say she is a very beautiful woman and maybe someday we can go out to dinner."Amy spoke and smiled at the same time. "On the contrary, I know a lot about you. I know that you peed your pants when you were in. I guess I'd thought about the act, both with a fear of the act itself and with a fear that I might like it. The thought certainly made me feel funny. But I'd obviously never been anywhere remotely close to that. "You're obviously afraid of the idea but it seems to be the kind of thing that would really do it for you." I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Yes, I had had those thoughts, scary but at the same time far too alluring. And it being Ms. Dailey saying this to me was too much to.