About Me
When I was just a boy I remember seeing my sister in her green tights for her catholic school uniform. Her legs looked so soft in them and at the time I felt an urge to wear them which I didn’t understand, of course. I found our family laundry one day and with my luck there was a pair of my sisters tights. I remember the feeling of them so vividly. Their softness, their tautness, the way the formed around and confined to skin. I did not wear them as I was deathly afraid of tearing them, but my f
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