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The Mark of Heaven

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I know what heaven smells like


Right, well... I guess I have been jacking off for years. Wet dreams are like WAY too embarrassing and anyway, for some reason, I also find them painful. I usually manage to see something sexy each day that I can use for fantasy material so all in all, life is sweet.

It got a whole lot better when a family moved in opposite. They have a daughter called Laura who is 16, but looks at least 19 or 20. In fact she is a dancer and I thought she had left school until I saw her come home in uniform yesterday. She is very cheerful with a bright wide smile. I called out to her and said 'hi' which brought an instant reply and she crossed the road to introduce herself properly and to chat in general. Then she said she wanted to get changed and asked me if I wanted to come over the road and carry on our chat. (Did I ever!) No, she didn't invite me upstairs, and no, she didn't get changed in front of me. (I wish!) Instead she disappeared for about ten minutes and came downstairs no longer in her short(ish) school skirt, but a pair of grey joggers. (Damn!)

Still, after a couple of glasses of juice, I asked to use their bathroom. Locking myself in, I decided that Laura was really good fun and decided to see if I could get a gf/bf thing going on. In the meantime, I needed to jack off. Right there and then is when I saw them. Laura's panties, chucked casually near the laundry basket. Hard as a rock I was actually shaking as I picked them up and there, nestling in the crotch was a little damp mark, Nothing like you sometimes read here.. no 'soaked through.... dripping.' just nicely and discretely damp. I was covered in pre-cum already so the least possible little sniff brought me over the edge. After mopping up... and making damn sure I had it all, I put the panties back exactly where I found them and came back downstairs.

I carried on talking to Laura for about another hour, then left, muttering something about wanting to see her again to which she agreed.




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