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For the several years we had stayed at a nearby boys’ boarding school, but it had closed down. I heard that letting it out in the holidays had been an attempt to raise extra funds, but the place was falling apart and all rescues had finally failed. So this new venue was found. Chamberlains is a large school for older girls, and it is situated on the south coast of England. At the time, I think there were about 400 girls in term-time, about half of whom were boarders, so there was ample room for us all to have a whale of a time in one way or another. I used to use my friends mothers and sisters panties and leotards the same way. They were both instructors for jazzercise. Fet so good at 13 &14. I was brought up in a village in Hertfordshire in the 1950s and 60s. I lived with my mother and sister, my dad having taken off to find some excitement when I was quite small. My sister Sally was about a year older than me. Sally tended to look down on me, both because of her age and the fact that I was a mere male! Mum, while she was very kind, was very Victorian in her outlook. She tended to regard any discussing of sexual matters, almost anything below the belt, as rather dirty, and never tried to give me even the slightest hint about puberty or the ‘Facts of Life’! This exciting adventure was repeated every bedtime. Aunt Frances had a large washing machine and I don’t think she examined my pants before putting them in the wash, which was just as well! All went well for a few days. Then the sky darkened and the rain poured down! Uncle Mike was at his office, of course. Aunt Frances was visiting some friends for the day, and Clare said she would be at the farm attending to her pony until lunchtime. I couldn’t go fishing in that weather, so I said I would stay at home and read the set book from school, which I’d been told to read in the holidays. (It was The War of the Worlds!)

We did get to go to camp together, but it was a full year later. However, at the Easter Camp I went on my own as I was desperate to see Mrs Manders again! Mrs Manders was pleased to see me and I was thrilled to get a special hug from her.Some of the crew were exhausted but after dinner I suggested we all head off for more drinks — Sam was the only person who said yes. I thought it would be a good opportunity for me to network with the big boss. Usually only executives got to attend so I was really excited about the opportunity and what it might mean for my career. At last spring has arrived and thoughts turn to hot sunny days, warm long evenings and of course fun filled holidays. Soon I was safely upstairs again, and walking as quietly as I could along the corridor past Mrs Manders’s room. I was very elated by my experience and priding myself on how successful I had been when I suddenly heard a voice call out behind me!

So I got my promotion. I got a significant pay rise and, a year later, Sam doesn’t even work at the company any more. Little Miss Prissy interviewed the Pasty Muncher for a blokes view of women’s underwear – she should have known better – Pasty concluded Do I regret my decision? No, I don’t. I just don’t think if I had gone to HR I would have had any kind of success. What was I? A little person going up against a big person. Some time later I sneaked into the washroom and carefully rinsed out my underpants with plenty of hot water. It would now be easier to fib and say they got muddy. The consequences of returning home with cum-filled underpants was beyond my imagination! I was an only child, but my interest in girls and what they wore, particularly under their skirts, had developed unusually early as a result of a particular, erotic experience, but that is another story.We met at the resort’s coffee shop and he apologised once again. I listened to him and then I said my piece. It’s been a few days since this disturbing incident but I can’t let the rage go — and not just because of his dangerous driving. No, what makes my blood boil is the thought that this guy has managed to get to about 40 years of age and has likely spent a lot of that time being a creep. And what annoys me further is that I know many people reading this are going to roll their eyes and think I should get over it rather than chastise him. As I did not attend a mixed school my experiences were sadly too few and far between. In fact, most of them were during out of school hours – on the farm where my same age friend lived. He had a sister two years older, who would sometimes bring two or three girls home after school to play around.