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And that's usually all a 'perv' gets. Most of the time I was seeing what I needed to see only in my magazines, and already had a huge collection by the time I left school. I was in awe of the girls who posed in them, not just because they were lovely and brought me ecstasy all the time, but because if it wasn't for girls who like to pose, I'd never have got to see girls show.
Of course I wanted to see girls show for real, but that rarely happened, at school or anywhere else. I did get flashes at school, on two occasions seeing long enough to make me cum in my pants. I guess if I didn't know before then, I knew after that I was a perv who couldn't hold it when he saw girls show, who only needed to look to get all his sex pleasure.
As the years passed, and I saw girls in low-cut tops serving behind a bar, or going clubbing in micro-miniskirts, or being photo'd, I began to realise that a lot of girls did like to show, I'd always thought it was only by accident. Nowadays, you see girls everywhere showing, doing selfies, submitting pics to amateur sites and so on.
When I first saw a girl behind the bar in a low-cut top, something I'd never seen before, I didn't know what to make of it. I couldn't have imagined She was worldly-wise and sexually experienced - not least because of course I never had 'sex relations' or any sort of relationship with girls (other than my 'worshipping' which came a lot later).
I wouldn't have known if She was wearing that top to maybe attract a 'mate' for the night. I couldn't have imagined Her nude in bed with a man with an erection, even holding his erection while he fondled those breasts - those lovely shapely breasts which I only needed to see bulge in Her top for me to go into joyful grateful ecstasy. I don't suppose She would have thought, as She was putting that top on, that She would make a perv cum in his pants that night.
My knob of course had been held many, many times, held and rubbed many, many times, but only by me of course, and that's what I still love to do. If there was ever any suggestion that a girl was expecting from me what normal men do, I would have run a mile. But that was never going to happen, I didn't socialise like the other k**s, I was never able to talk to girls.
Back then there was no Internet, and magazines showing sex were prohibited, or at least I never saw them, not till years later. It wasn't until I saw an early 'porn' video in a bookshop for the first time and didn't really know what was going on, but now I know was a couple having intercourse.
The woman serving in the shop laughed out loud when I asked Her, as I was paying for the stash of dirty books I was buying - "what's that film all about, what's happening, why is that woman in pain, why is he doing that to Her, it sounds like he's hurting Her, what sort of film is that?" Guess that sort of gave the game away to Her.
My magazines, and later on video tapes, were the only way I got to see girls show until I was in my 40s, apart from lucky views. The bosomy girl behind the bar who made me cum in my pants was one such lucky view (specially as I'd seen Her a few times serving there in Her lovely tops and never got close enough to ogle and get my pleasure, and I'd been getting more and more desperate to do it in my pants looking at Her).
It wasn't as if I needed to see much - my favourite magazines were Spick & Span and Beautiful Britons, where girls posed in short skirts, showed up-skirt views and raised skirt, showing stocking-tops and knickers (NEVER any more) or cleavage, bras, bikinis and later on, occasional topless. But I very rarely saw anything like that in real life.
The popularity of short skirts and dresses in the 70s was a god-send, and I did start to get a few lucky views. Girls in the canteen in dresses so short you could see their knix made me do it in my pants a few times. My overalls hid my wetness. Miss Julie up in the offices in Her short skirt - She'd been making me masturbate every day for months thinking about what She was wearing that day - was another very lucky view when I had some work to do and sat opposite Her as She sat constantly showing Her knix, winding me up slowly till I felt that familiar, almost burning sensation in the tip of my knob till it overflows, forcing me to cough to hide my moans, then cough more as I shuddered and convulsed in my seat as a powerful pumping below soaked my trousers and pants.
Quite a few girls at work made me cum in my pants - looking through Miss Joanne's office window seeing Her in a very-stretched blouse, looking out a window as Miss Joanne walked past in a tight top, (twice), seeing girls sitting in short dresses in the canteen, watching Miss Jackie on the tennis courts, and so on. These were girls I was obsessed with, so as well as masturbating as I thought about them week in week out, I longed to cum watching them for real, just pressing lightly against a wall, banister or whatever. They would hardly know I existed though.
Over the years I can remember quite a few lucky views. There were lovely barmaids, specially in a sort of topless bar in Derbyshire I read about where skimpy-dressed girls made me cum in my pants a few times. In the past I'd noticed blokes when I was in the go-go places who looked like I must have looked - long jacket, shuffling nervously, feeling out of place, eyes glued to Her dancing.
In the bar in Derbyshire, I was sometimes alongside 2 or 3 other blokes who looked like I looked, with long macs, coats or jackets. We never acknowledged each other of course, but we always gathered at the end of the bar where we could see the barmaids all of the time. One bloke was obviously wanking himself through the holes in his coat and trouser pockets, and kept glancing sideways, worried someone might notice him.
I was more interested in ogling the girls, but I was aware of his arm jerking furiously, then before he left he wiped the floor with his shoe. I always did it in my pants of course, even if I was treating myself to a knob-rub rather than pressing up against the bar for once. I remember Miss Micki particularly enjoyed putting on a show for two men when they came in, making me cum in my pants in the process, and when I first saw Miss Jacqui I nearly blew a fuse. It took Her all of 2 minutes to make me make a soggy wet mess of my pants. I saw both girls posing in the Sport newspaper later.
Driving past a park once, I saw a group of people sunbathing, one girl showing Her knix. I dumped the van and rushed along in my mac, then walked past them as slowly as I could, pausing to ogle Her. Then She sat up, moved position, not appearing to notice me at all, then lay down again, Her sky-blue knix still showing, while I puffed and panted there, red-faced, my pants getting a soaking with cum.
Sometimes I was working on the south coast, and I could park on the seafront road and hope to see girls in bikinis. I even walked around in my work overalls, once seeing two girls in bikinis walking along, making me cum in my pants as I watched.
I was parked one day on the seafront road and saw two girls in bikinis talking to two men, not close enough to ogle properly, and they stayed there for minute after minute, making me more and more desperate to see them, my erect stiffness straining in my pants. Suddenly a girl appeared in front of my van, waiting to cross the road. She was wearing a negligee and bikini bottoms, but it looked like a very short, very low-cut dress, and as I ogled I thought my head was going to explode. Obviously She was going to go on the beach, take off the negligee and sunbathe topless. But just seeing Her in that outfit was more than I could take, and I was instantly pumping into my pants.
Then there was that time there were three girls walking along, one in a mini, and She seemed to be having trouble with Her hem. They walked into a side street and stopped, and I shuffled along towards them in my mac, legs clenched together right up to my buttocks as I watched them, already erect. I don't know what I was expecting, what I was hoping to see, but I could not believe my eyes when Miss Miniskirt then actually raised Her skirt, lifting it literally right past Her stocking-top, and started doing up Her suspender. I'd only ever seen that in my magazines before and I was gob-smacked, ogling Her in disbelief while all three girls just laughed out loud. I was shuddering and wetting my pants with cum in perv ecstasy.
Months later, in that same street, I saw a bosomy girl with such a low-cut top, showing more cleavage than I'd ever seen, apart from in my magazines. Even normal men in the street were stopping to look. She could see how I was looking at Her, standing there in my mac, and knew I was totally stunned, my eyes glazing over as I went into my usual gawping trance, and I heard Her whisper to Her friend "wanker!"
She was gone as quickly as She'd arrived, into a pub opposite, leaving me in a hell of a state. I waited and waited opposite the pub, staying stiff all the time, till She came out again, crossing the road in front of me. In a dream I ogled Her lovely cleavage, very quickly feeling shots of cum shooting into my pants while I shuddered gently, moaning under my breath as waves of perv ecstasy washed over me, then lowering my eyes deferentially as She looked at me sternly, as if to say "you dirty old man, I know what you're doing..." If only.
I saw Her a couple of times again as I waited on the corner in my mac. One time I could see She was talking to Her friend about me, and Her friend was looking and laughing. I could only dream what She might have said ("that pervy-looking bloke in his mac is a right wanker, shot his load seeing me in my low-cut top"........"oh my god, what a perv, he looks like a perv, look at the way he's ogling us, ha, ha, ha!")?
I was delivering some stuff to a rehearsal room once, and there was Miss Fiona, all tight top and short skirt. There was me, gawping at Her like I was in a dream. I made out I was checking stuff on the delivery and everyone else was doing their rehearsing, so I could ogle Miss Fiona, who was playing around, dancing to the music, driving me crazy, till I could feel warm wet cum soaking into my pants.
Driving round the country I often went past red-light districts. For a pervert wanker like me, seeing girls so skimpy-dressed was just mind-boggling, and as a compulsive masturbator I had no choice but to stop and look, whatever I was supposed to be doing. Of course I did the sensible thing and ditched the van, walking back in my mac, usually finding a bus stop to stand in and then ogle to my heart's content. Some of those girls were so sexy-dressed, and often lovely-looking too, that it only took a few minutes to make me fill my pants in pure perv ecstasy.
It was pretty usual to be driving along and see a girl, and have to stop. I was looking for this place to make a delivery and parked on the road to look at a map, right next to two girls sitting on a wall. One had such a short skirt on I could see Her knix, and that is always more than enough for me. I had the map spread out and underneath a big wet patch was soon spreading across the front of my trousers.
At the end of the working day I'd often park the van and go for a walk in my mac. In most town centres in the evening the streets start to fill with people walking along to pubs and clubs, specially on week-end evenings. I never did anything horrible or naughty, just watched, trying to get my head round how sexy-dressed some of the girls were. I could never understand it really, cause I thought if they're going places dressed like that, surely men are going to want to do stuff?
But for me, leaning against a cabinet at the side of the road, or against railings or whatever else I could find, I only needed to see a goddess in micro-miniskirt, or tight top, to make me crumple and moan under my breath as shots of cum pumped into my pants. For me, it was always a successful evening when I was going home with wet pants and trousers.
There was a park in Sheffield, back then it was very run down, and I knew of a public toilet where somebody had knocked all the frosted glass out the window so you could look out. I didn't look out of it cause there was nothing to look at, but on this occasion there was a girl walking along the main street in just Her tights, no skirt. I instantly parked up and tried to find a spot where She'd walk past, so I could fill my pants with cum as She did. As She walked towards me, I saw this bloke's head poking out the toilet window ogling Her, his head nodding up and down as he jerked. She walked right towards that window, making me cum in my pants as She did, walked past the wanker and on into the park. Quite a risky thing for Her to do really, I hope She was ok.
I spent a lot of time hanging out my window when I was living in places overlooking busy streets, hoping to see girls show. Even seeing a girl walking along in a miniskirt was enough to give me the wet pants pleasure I craved. I rarely saw more than that apart from in my magazines, and sometimes it was just a quick view, not long enough for me to go from cold to erect to cumming in my pants. One place I delivered to a lot had a lovely receptionist called Miss Wendy, and after every visit I'd masturbate later, thinking about Her and chanting stuff like "oh Miss Wendy, leggy queen, oh Miss Wendy, curvy dream.." pervy stuff like that.
This time She was messing around with some man in reception, they were larking about and She was sat on his lap. Suddenly he moved his legs, causing Her to fall back and Her legs open a bit, giving me a rare and lovely view of stocking-tops and knickers. I still masturbate to that memory today, years later. Such a lucky view and such a lovely, lovely girl. I loved being bashful when I saw Her, unable to look Her in the eyes or talk properly, while She was always so kind, hopefully cause She knew the effect She had on me - I even called Her 'Miss Wendy'.
Another such time was a girl called Miss Julie who started at our school in the final year. All the k**s went to this house for an afternoon party, and I tagged along, not sure why. I was hanging around in the hall of this house, about to leave, when the phone rang, someone answered it and called up the stairs "Julie! It's for you!"
Miss Julie emerged from an upstairs bedroom, it was about 4 in the afternoon, and I was thinking 'why's She gone for a sleep, it's mid-afternoon, She can't be tired surely?' Then as She started to walk down the stairs, I could see She just had Her school shirt on, so it was like a very, very short dress, and I could see Her stocking-tops! Bear in mind She'd been driving me crazy for months, and I'd masturbated thinking about Her most days.
My eyes popped and I pressed against the door post, desperate to get hard and cum watching Her. Every so often, I had to ease off as someone went by, but I was SO desperate to cum with my eyes on Her that in the end I just went for it, pressing up hard and then backing off slightly as I felt the cum rising, then just a gently pressure as overflowing cum turned into a flood, while I ogled Miss Julie in that short, short 'dress', showing Her stocking-tops, making a dream cum true for this perv who worshipped Her.
To me it was always incredible, actually seeing a girl show Her knix or cleavage, and seeing girls in Spick & Span and Beautiful Britons lifting their skirts high enough to show knickers was mind-boggling to me. It wasn't until I saw some of those girls nude in other magazines, that I realised it probably meant very little to them to show knickers or cleavage, when they were happy to be seen nude as well. 'No big deal' to them maybe, but it was a very big deal to me, who apart from lucky views only got to see girls show in my magazines, and then only needed to see stocking-tops or low-cut tops to get all the sex pleasure I needed.
Of course I wanted to see girls show for real, but that rarely happened, at school or anywhere else. I did get flashes at school, on two occasions seeing long enough to make me cum in my pants. I guess if I didn't know before then, I knew after that I was a perv who couldn't hold it when he saw girls show, who only needed to look to get all his sex pleasure.
As the years passed, and I saw girls in low-cut tops serving behind a bar, or going clubbing in micro-miniskirts, or being photo'd, I began to realise that a lot of girls did like to show, I'd always thought it was only by accident. Nowadays, you see girls everywhere showing, doing selfies, submitting pics to amateur sites and so on.
When I first saw a girl behind the bar in a low-cut top, something I'd never seen before, I didn't know what to make of it. I couldn't have imagined She was worldly-wise and sexually experienced - not least because of course I never had 'sex relations' or any sort of relationship with girls (other than my 'worshipping' which came a lot later).
I wouldn't have known if She was wearing that top to maybe attract a 'mate' for the night. I couldn't have imagined Her nude in bed with a man with an erection, even holding his erection while he fondled those breasts - those lovely shapely breasts which I only needed to see bulge in Her top for me to go into joyful grateful ecstasy. I don't suppose She would have thought, as She was putting that top on, that She would make a perv cum in his pants that night.
My knob of course had been held many, many times, held and rubbed many, many times, but only by me of course, and that's what I still love to do. If there was ever any suggestion that a girl was expecting from me what normal men do, I would have run a mile. But that was never going to happen, I didn't socialise like the other k**s, I was never able to talk to girls.
Back then there was no Internet, and magazines showing sex were prohibited, or at least I never saw them, not till years later. It wasn't until I saw an early 'porn' video in a bookshop for the first time and didn't really know what was going on, but now I know was a couple having intercourse.
The woman serving in the shop laughed out loud when I asked Her, as I was paying for the stash of dirty books I was buying - "what's that film all about, what's happening, why is that woman in pain, why is he doing that to Her, it sounds like he's hurting Her, what sort of film is that?" Guess that sort of gave the game away to Her.
My magazines, and later on video tapes, were the only way I got to see girls show until I was in my 40s, apart from lucky views. The bosomy girl behind the bar who made me cum in my pants was one such lucky view (specially as I'd seen Her a few times serving there in Her lovely tops and never got close enough to ogle and get my pleasure, and I'd been getting more and more desperate to do it in my pants looking at Her).
It wasn't as if I needed to see much - my favourite magazines were Spick & Span and Beautiful Britons, where girls posed in short skirts, showed up-skirt views and raised skirt, showing stocking-tops and knickers (NEVER any more) or cleavage, bras, bikinis and later on, occasional topless. But I very rarely saw anything like that in real life.
The popularity of short skirts and dresses in the 70s was a god-send, and I did start to get a few lucky views. Girls in the canteen in dresses so short you could see their knix made me do it in my pants a few times. My overalls hid my wetness. Miss Julie up in the offices in Her short skirt - She'd been making me masturbate every day for months thinking about what She was wearing that day - was another very lucky view when I had some work to do and sat opposite Her as She sat constantly showing Her knix, winding me up slowly till I felt that familiar, almost burning sensation in the tip of my knob till it overflows, forcing me to cough to hide my moans, then cough more as I shuddered and convulsed in my seat as a powerful pumping below soaked my trousers and pants.
Quite a few girls at work made me cum in my pants - looking through Miss Joanne's office window seeing Her in a very-stretched blouse, looking out a window as Miss Joanne walked past in a tight top, (twice), seeing girls sitting in short dresses in the canteen, watching Miss Jackie on the tennis courts, and so on. These were girls I was obsessed with, so as well as masturbating as I thought about them week in week out, I longed to cum watching them for real, just pressing lightly against a wall, banister or whatever. They would hardly know I existed though.
Over the years I can remember quite a few lucky views. There were lovely barmaids, specially in a sort of topless bar in Derbyshire I read about where skimpy-dressed girls made me cum in my pants a few times. In the past I'd noticed blokes when I was in the go-go places who looked like I must have looked - long jacket, shuffling nervously, feeling out of place, eyes glued to Her dancing.
In the bar in Derbyshire, I was sometimes alongside 2 or 3 other blokes who looked like I looked, with long macs, coats or jackets. We never acknowledged each other of course, but we always gathered at the end of the bar where we could see the barmaids all of the time. One bloke was obviously wanking himself through the holes in his coat and trouser pockets, and kept glancing sideways, worried someone might notice him.
I was more interested in ogling the girls, but I was aware of his arm jerking furiously, then before he left he wiped the floor with his shoe. I always did it in my pants of course, even if I was treating myself to a knob-rub rather than pressing up against the bar for once. I remember Miss Micki particularly enjoyed putting on a show for two men when they came in, making me cum in my pants in the process, and when I first saw Miss Jacqui I nearly blew a fuse. It took Her all of 2 minutes to make me make a soggy wet mess of my pants. I saw both girls posing in the Sport newspaper later.
Driving past a park once, I saw a group of people sunbathing, one girl showing Her knix. I dumped the van and rushed along in my mac, then walked past them as slowly as I could, pausing to ogle Her. Then She sat up, moved position, not appearing to notice me at all, then lay down again, Her sky-blue knix still showing, while I puffed and panted there, red-faced, my pants getting a soaking with cum.
Sometimes I was working on the south coast, and I could park on the seafront road and hope to see girls in bikinis. I even walked around in my work overalls, once seeing two girls in bikinis walking along, making me cum in my pants as I watched.
I was parked one day on the seafront road and saw two girls in bikinis talking to two men, not close enough to ogle properly, and they stayed there for minute after minute, making me more and more desperate to see them, my erect stiffness straining in my pants. Suddenly a girl appeared in front of my van, waiting to cross the road. She was wearing a negligee and bikini bottoms, but it looked like a very short, very low-cut dress, and as I ogled I thought my head was going to explode. Obviously She was going to go on the beach, take off the negligee and sunbathe topless. But just seeing Her in that outfit was more than I could take, and I was instantly pumping into my pants.
Then there was that time there were three girls walking along, one in a mini, and She seemed to be having trouble with Her hem. They walked into a side street and stopped, and I shuffled along towards them in my mac, legs clenched together right up to my buttocks as I watched them, already erect. I don't know what I was expecting, what I was hoping to see, but I could not believe my eyes when Miss Miniskirt then actually raised Her skirt, lifting it literally right past Her stocking-top, and started doing up Her suspender. I'd only ever seen that in my magazines before and I was gob-smacked, ogling Her in disbelief while all three girls just laughed out loud. I was shuddering and wetting my pants with cum in perv ecstasy.
Months later, in that same street, I saw a bosomy girl with such a low-cut top, showing more cleavage than I'd ever seen, apart from in my magazines. Even normal men in the street were stopping to look. She could see how I was looking at Her, standing there in my mac, and knew I was totally stunned, my eyes glazing over as I went into my usual gawping trance, and I heard Her whisper to Her friend "wanker!"
She was gone as quickly as She'd arrived, into a pub opposite, leaving me in a hell of a state. I waited and waited opposite the pub, staying stiff all the time, till She came out again, crossing the road in front of me. In a dream I ogled Her lovely cleavage, very quickly feeling shots of cum shooting into my pants while I shuddered gently, moaning under my breath as waves of perv ecstasy washed over me, then lowering my eyes deferentially as She looked at me sternly, as if to say "you dirty old man, I know what you're doing..." If only.
I saw Her a couple of times again as I waited on the corner in my mac. One time I could see She was talking to Her friend about me, and Her friend was looking and laughing. I could only dream what She might have said ("that pervy-looking bloke in his mac is a right wanker, shot his load seeing me in my low-cut top"........"oh my god, what a perv, he looks like a perv, look at the way he's ogling us, ha, ha, ha!")?
I was delivering some stuff to a rehearsal room once, and there was Miss Fiona, all tight top and short skirt. There was me, gawping at Her like I was in a dream. I made out I was checking stuff on the delivery and everyone else was doing their rehearsing, so I could ogle Miss Fiona, who was playing around, dancing to the music, driving me crazy, till I could feel warm wet cum soaking into my pants.
Driving round the country I often went past red-light districts. For a pervert wanker like me, seeing girls so skimpy-dressed was just mind-boggling, and as a compulsive masturbator I had no choice but to stop and look, whatever I was supposed to be doing. Of course I did the sensible thing and ditched the van, walking back in my mac, usually finding a bus stop to stand in and then ogle to my heart's content. Some of those girls were so sexy-dressed, and often lovely-looking too, that it only took a few minutes to make me fill my pants in pure perv ecstasy.
It was pretty usual to be driving along and see a girl, and have to stop. I was looking for this place to make a delivery and parked on the road to look at a map, right next to two girls sitting on a wall. One had such a short skirt on I could see Her knix, and that is always more than enough for me. I had the map spread out and underneath a big wet patch was soon spreading across the front of my trousers.
At the end of the working day I'd often park the van and go for a walk in my mac. In most town centres in the evening the streets start to fill with people walking along to pubs and clubs, specially on week-end evenings. I never did anything horrible or naughty, just watched, trying to get my head round how sexy-dressed some of the girls were. I could never understand it really, cause I thought if they're going places dressed like that, surely men are going to want to do stuff?
But for me, leaning against a cabinet at the side of the road, or against railings or whatever else I could find, I only needed to see a goddess in micro-miniskirt, or tight top, to make me crumple and moan under my breath as shots of cum pumped into my pants. For me, it was always a successful evening when I was going home with wet pants and trousers.
There was a park in Sheffield, back then it was very run down, and I knew of a public toilet where somebody had knocked all the frosted glass out the window so you could look out. I didn't look out of it cause there was nothing to look at, but on this occasion there was a girl walking along the main street in just Her tights, no skirt. I instantly parked up and tried to find a spot where She'd walk past, so I could fill my pants with cum as She did. As She walked towards me, I saw this bloke's head poking out the toilet window ogling Her, his head nodding up and down as he jerked. She walked right towards that window, making me cum in my pants as She did, walked past the wanker and on into the park. Quite a risky thing for Her to do really, I hope She was ok.
I spent a lot of time hanging out my window when I was living in places overlooking busy streets, hoping to see girls show. Even seeing a girl walking along in a miniskirt was enough to give me the wet pants pleasure I craved. I rarely saw more than that apart from in my magazines, and sometimes it was just a quick view, not long enough for me to go from cold to erect to cumming in my pants. One place I delivered to a lot had a lovely receptionist called Miss Wendy, and after every visit I'd masturbate later, thinking about Her and chanting stuff like "oh Miss Wendy, leggy queen, oh Miss Wendy, curvy dream.." pervy stuff like that.
This time She was messing around with some man in reception, they were larking about and She was sat on his lap. Suddenly he moved his legs, causing Her to fall back and Her legs open a bit, giving me a rare and lovely view of stocking-tops and knickers. I still masturbate to that memory today, years later. Such a lucky view and such a lovely, lovely girl. I loved being bashful when I saw Her, unable to look Her in the eyes or talk properly, while She was always so kind, hopefully cause She knew the effect She had on me - I even called Her 'Miss Wendy'.
Another such time was a girl called Miss Julie who started at our school in the final year. All the k**s went to this house for an afternoon party, and I tagged along, not sure why. I was hanging around in the hall of this house, about to leave, when the phone rang, someone answered it and called up the stairs "Julie! It's for you!"
Miss Julie emerged from an upstairs bedroom, it was about 4 in the afternoon, and I was thinking 'why's She gone for a sleep, it's mid-afternoon, She can't be tired surely?' Then as She started to walk down the stairs, I could see She just had Her school shirt on, so it was like a very, very short dress, and I could see Her stocking-tops! Bear in mind She'd been driving me crazy for months, and I'd masturbated thinking about Her most days.
My eyes popped and I pressed against the door post, desperate to get hard and cum watching Her. Every so often, I had to ease off as someone went by, but I was SO desperate to cum with my eyes on Her that in the end I just went for it, pressing up hard and then backing off slightly as I felt the cum rising, then just a gently pressure as overflowing cum turned into a flood, while I ogled Miss Julie in that short, short 'dress', showing Her stocking-tops, making a dream cum true for this perv who worshipped Her.
To me it was always incredible, actually seeing a girl show Her knix or cleavage, and seeing girls in Spick & Span and Beautiful Britons lifting their skirts high enough to show knickers was mind-boggling to me. It wasn't until I saw some of those girls nude in other magazines, that I realised it probably meant very little to them to show knickers or cleavage, when they were happy to be seen nude as well. 'No big deal' to them maybe, but it was a very big deal to me, who apart from lucky views only got to see girls show in my magazines, and then only needed to see stocking-tops or low-cut tops to get all the sex pleasure I needed.
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