I just want to see what it's like to wear some of them, that's all.Is that really so bad? I guess it is really bad because of the way Momand Dad yell...at me for it.But Mom and Dad have both caught me doing it a few times now, and oh boyhave they yelled at me! So I guess I've been really, really bad. And, Idon't know what to do because... I kind of can't help myself. Becky getsto wear all those really nice and interesting things, but I guess I'm noteven supposed to think about stuff like. After a while I started dating Craig, nothing serious but he was ok. The sex seemed good but too quick really and there was no real feeling of being complete after.Things started to cool a little and they really went off one night when an old schoolfriend asked me for a dance, not a smooch, just a dance to an upbeat song. That's when it all kicked off. Craig saw me, walked up to us, pushed my friend away and slapped me across the face calling me a filthy little ugly slut. I just turned and ran. The good thing about her is she always keeps a smile on her face.Actually, on 1st April, our exams were going to begin and the first exam was of the subject of Devika ma’am. So all of my friends got together at 11.30 pm on 31st March and at around 11.55 pm, we sent a message to her through my WhatsApp number. The message read: ‘good evening ma’am. Hope you were not asleep. Me and 3 of my friends are standing under your building and we want you to teach us the whole night for tomorrow’s. I carried on bouncing on his lap for a few minutes as Clive got faster and faster. He began to pant and sweat heavily and I could see in his eyes he was close to shooting his load. I bounced up and down faster and faster, using my legs and the wall as objects to give me momentum. This whole fucking was fantastic but was missing something so I decided to remedy this. I slid off of Clive's cock and stood up, he looked horrified that I had stopped as he was about to cum and I was preventing this..