Ye jo story main aapko sunane jar raha hoon wo tab ki hai jab main university main padta tha.humare dept. main ek prof. thi sory main unka naam nahi b...tana chahta.unki ladki hai jiska naan hai neha.Uski height hai 5’7’umar 23 saal or rang ek dam faire like Katrina kaif or uska figure hai 35-26-36.aap sb ko pata hai ki mujhe ladkiyon ki gand bahut pasand hai or main chodte waqt unki gand main lund jarur gusedta hoon bada maja aata hai yaar.dosto meri us lady prof. se bahut acha interaction tha. Samuel was Howdy. He said I had to be Heidi, but I said it was my party and I got to be the Princess -- I’d be Heidi afterwards -- and wore an Indian costume that revealed when I served the grape punch. Indian Princesses never wear White-man’s goods.Ralph Brownel, my principal, was Buffalo Bob because he had a cowboy shirt. He had me refill his punch cup a bunch.Marian, who teaches math, was Clarabell. As she’s the chattiest one at school, she honked her horn lots.My friend Ruth Anne was Mr.. I re-examined my hands. There was some scraping, a little blood, but nothing serious. My knees were somewhat of a mess. The ledge had been rough, to prevent slipping, and so had caused some definite bleeding, but nothing that some cloth or tissue paper could not staunch. My shins were also bleeding a little, having been thrust against the corner of the ledge so violently. My left buttock was bright red, turning purple. It would pass. My cock was still somewhat erect, but subsiding.I turned.. I was clueless why, but that was a little kinky as well. The whole time my boobs were leaning up against him, and I was loving every second of it. I just kept my arms around him. “Damn you are light my lady. Even with C-cup boobs,” Jeff said. “I know. I'm like 124 pounds. And you are like what 187?” I asked. “And you remember that. I'm bigger than you,” Jeff replied. “Is that a threat?” I asked. “Well maybe it is. But I won't hurt my fiancé. She's too cute to hurt,” Jeff replied. Then I laughed.