| I was always a little behind my peers when it came to life experiences. I didn't even lose my virginity until my senior year at college, University of Illinois, 1982. It was the first day of classes. An advanced quantum mechanics course. I was contemplating whether or not a black hole could be stable if there were a repulsive component to the gravitational potential when she walked through the door wearing thigh-high shorts, a tight-fitting sleeveless halter top, and sandals over bare feet. I had seen her before on campus but never this close. The first thing I noticed were her feet -- exquisitely smooth, long slender toes and red toe polish. Her legs looked as smooth as silk; not a hair on them. Shapely calves and thighs with just the right amount of muscle tone; not over-worked but soft and shapely, feminine to the core. I knew they had to be flexible too. The tight-fitting black shorts had a lace fringe on them that gave them a youthful look. She was a little h...
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