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into hotels---just anywhere, and not to be stared at, not to be suspected but to be fully accepted. And all the while I had the feel of the tautness of the bra about my breast, the softness of the pretty panties below, the elegance of the beautiful laced slip around my body and the swirl of the slip and kilts about my legs and no one suspected a thing. I was careful, of course, as I sat that my slip would not show beneath the kilts. And, girls, don't think of the kilts as being drab. From mid-hips and all around the back they hang in beautifully tailored pleats. They are a thrilling sight from the rear.

During vacations, many foreign students, inclu- ding Americans, thumb rides about Europe and England to see as much of the counties as they can. This includes girls as well as boys. On one of the days of my vacation, as I was driving out of Bath, two girls were thumbing a ride. One of them was beautiful the other not so much, but attractive. I stopped and picked them up. They registered surprise to see me in kilts, because from my speech and make of car, they could tell I was American. As it happened, so were they, attending the University of Oxford. We chatted about ourselves, our pursuits etc. as we drove along. We stopped at several restaurants and even walked about one little picturesque village to take pictures.

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In one of our conversations, one of the girls said, "You look good in kilts why don't you wear a slip under them." I was startled but excitingly pleased. I said "I have news for you, honey. I do have a slip on." They didn't believe me, so I raised my skirt, I mean kilts, and they gasped but were obviously pleased. "And panties too?" the other one asked. I replied "Yes. Pretty blue lace ones. didn't show them. They didn't ask and no mention was made of the bra, I was not bold with them but

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totally unafraid and relaxed. The prettier girl said "I don't blame you. I think mens underwear are ter- rible, so uncomfortable looking."

I could have be-

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