An inescapable life

"Let's go home and play LoL!" "Damn it! It's always you who makes the arrangements, and you're always the last to log on. Hurry up and log on, damn it, I don't want to wait for you for so long every time." "Yeah! Every time we finish a game and you're still not online. How come you're going to play a game first when you get home?" "Bullshit! Don't treat me like one of your guys. Your room is such a mess, you don't even tidy it up. You just leave your things lying around and start playing. I need to tidy up my things before I can log on, and my house is quite far away!" "Okay! Okay! Hurry up and get out of here! Otherwise, you'll take so long again." Finally, school was over. After junior high, everyone either played basketball or went home to play computer games in twos and threes. My good friends and I were no exception and went home to play games. I went downstairs to the underground parking lot, intending to get my bicycle and ride home. Looking around to make sure no one was there, I went into the men's restroom, then into the disabled stall. I locked the door, put my backpack on the floor, and took out two layers of black stockings and black pantyhose from inside. I took off my pants and underwear, put the stockings and pantyhose back on, then put my underwear and pants back on. After that, I rode my bicycle home, my heart pounding with fear. Along the way, I passed several traffic lights and many bus stops. Because it was break time, there were many people waiting at the traffic lights and bus stops. To avoid being... The fact that people habitually pull their pants down to avoid being noticed by others only made me more excited. I live in a residential area in Annam, which isn't really a residential area, just a few houses. Next to it is a small industrial area and a convenience store. The park isn't too big or too small. Because the area is sparsely populated, the buildings are all quite large, even my house. My house has four floors; my room is on the third floor. The second floor has three rooms: a master bedroom, a small bedroom, and a dressing room. The master bedroom is for my parents, and the small bedroom is for guests. On the third floor, there's a wooden balcony at the front, followed by another room, and then a soundproofed playroom. This is my room, with a large balcony outside and floor-to-ceiling windows. The playroom has a sofa for watching movies, singing karaoke, and playing games. The fourth floor only has two rooms: a prayer hall in the front and a clothes-drying balcony in the back, plus a rooftop. When I get home, I open the door and say, "I'm home!" When I got home, I habitually called out, because my family had taught me to do this since I was very young, so it had become a habit. As soon as I got home and entered my room, I immediately took off my clothes, leaving only my stockings, and then went downstairs to the dressing room to take out my mother's underwear and skirt. I like wearing stockings without underwear, letting the stockings directly contact my penis—the feeling of touch, the sense of being enveloped, and the sensation of friction. Sitting on the floor, stroking my stockinged legs, a strange feeling arose spontaneously…

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