So I picked up my sensible heels (not my patent 6" whore heels) and slipped then in my tool bag for the drive home later that day.I arrived at the bui...ding site and I could feel my cock wet with pre-cum, it was a quiet day and there was only two other guys on site, around mid morning one of the guys asked if could borrow some of my tools, I had completely forgotten that I had left my heels in my bag..."What do you use these for?" he asked on discovering my heels, "Erm they're not mine" I. "Why are men so bad at sex and driving?Because the bastards always pull out with no thought of who else might be coming.What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and calling your name?You didn't hold the pillow down long enough.How can you tell if a man is really well hung?When you can just slip your finger in between his neck and the noose.What do men and tights have in common?They're both apt to cling, run, and never fit properly between your legs.What is the real. One incident had made her famous. It was her free cleavage show in class once when she bent to pick the chalk. Though she was embarrassed and quickly covered, the boys started calling her a cow of the class because of her size. She wasn’t such an open type but definitely friendly.In my second year, I was on good terms with her. The incident that triggered our sex was when her engagement broke due to some issues. She became sad. As I was the only male close friend she had, she shared all her. I said okay but where. She said she was in the police station and told me to meet in bakery opposite to it. I went in 15 mins, I saw a lady of age may be 34 to 38 , looking very much worried. She was a fine looking lady in blue salwar and had very good makeup.Seeing my injuries she recognised me and gave a smile. She introduced herself as Rupali. She felt sorry for such accident and told it was her first accident so feared and ran away. And enquired about my injuries and bike , and accepted to.