I am not sure when it started. My earliest memory is 8 years old, after church at My Grandmother's church sister's house in the basement with her teenage daughters. A baby was crying, stockinged feet were put in my face to make the baby laugh, and I LOVED it !!! It was warm and comfortable, and I could not move away. I didn't want to. The scent was inviting, exciting and irresistable. I have done many things, and had numerous adventures and some troubles due to my overwhelming desires, and the desire has not yet abated. I once had a roommate who would role-play wearing pantyhose and she would have me reduced to a quivering mess with her hosed feet, then have her way making me please her orally all over until she was satisfied. There are so many stories, and the desire still burns deep within me.
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12:28 pm Friday, 14th October, 2022
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