It was awkward to move around the store and talk to customers, hoping she didn’t move too awkwardly for someone to be curious. When she had assiste...d an attractive mature man to find a gift for his wife, she was so wet her panties were glued to her pussy when she used paper towels to attempt to dry herself. Even if all three of these guys were large, she was ready for it. Toni had talked about double penetrations and air-tight and she now wanted all of it. She was old enough to be the mother. After a while, I began leaving the door unlocked. I yearned for a little bit of human attention, and the idea of the hotel staff peeking on me as I went to town on my tiny holes got me to the finish line. They never really did though; almost as if I wasn’t the first one with this strange fetish. There was even a guy who came in, watched me briefly as though to take a mental capture, and then replaced the towels with fresh ones. Nevertheless, all of this helped me get off, and more importantly. . I guess that’s not quite true, I do love her somewhat, but it’s ... I dunno how to explain it. I want to help her, and I really care for her, and I like having sex with her, but she’s not you guys...” I said, trailing off in my struggle to articulate how I really felt about her.“It’s okay, Bro, I understand,” Abby said.“Yeah, she’s really sweet and nice and stuff, but she ... she’s messed up,” Heather said with a small frown. “I wish that we could help her, but I don’t know how we can. Do you. On all three mornings I wake upand pull on my jeans and sweatshirt, and on all three mornings I try todisregard the pang of regret in my body that tells me that I should- andcould- be wearing a cute skirt and a pair of tights instead. That was alife that was not meant to be, and therefore isn't.The 'pang' is stronger than ever when I wake up on Monday and pull on myschool uniform. Five days ago, I pulled on a school uniform, but itconsisted of a blouse, a skirt and a pair of thick grey tights,.