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It’s a curious fact that seeing a woman’s knickers when you’re not supposed to can often be as erotic as seeing her sex. Well, almost perhaps. It depends upon the situation. I was once undergoing weekly counselling in a fruitless attempt to overcome the stress of teaching my group of disaffected, down-town adolescents. My counsellor was a woman of about my own age - attractive, slim, and with a voice to stir the loins. At one point during one of our sessions, she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs - just like Sharon Stone in that movie. She was bare-legged and wearing a pair of panties so white they could have been fluorescent. I closed my eyes, stumbled over my words, and - at my age! - blushed. It’s the only thing I can remember of the whole six weeks of intensive counselling. But it certainly cheered me up. And I can still picture it vividly.
It’s a curious fact that seeing a woman’s knickers when you’re not supposed to can often be as erotic as seeing her sex. Well, almost perhaps. It depends upon the situation. I was once undergoing weekly counselling in a fruitless attempt to overcome the stress of teaching my group of disaffected, down-town adolescents. My counsellor was a woman of about my own age - attractive, slim, and with a voice to stir the loins. At one point during one of our sessions, she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs - just like Sharon Stone in that movie. She was bare-legged and wearing a pair of panties so white they could have been fluorescent. I closed my eyes, stumbled over my words, and - at my age! - blushed. It’s the only thing I can remember of the whole six weeks of intensive counselling. But it certainly cheered me up. And I can still picture it vividly. 
