True, she could often be bitchy, abrasive and foul-mouthed. She wasn't really all that bright, and tended to fixate on trivialities and shoes. She was...very attractive, but the same could be said for most of the women at home. She ... where was I going with this? Oh, yeah. Despite all the negatives, she was honest, forthright and could sometimes be very charismatic. She was one of the few women around me that I could count on to always give her honest opinion and not just tell me what I wanted. I was glad she did not attempt to hug me. Even through the heavy overcoat, that could have led to a problematic 'discovery'."Thank you, Sweetheart," she cooed. "I know I can't ask more than that right now. You have always been fair. That is just one of a million things, big and small, I love about you."Would someone please get me a shovel? This is getting really deep. She gently stroked my cheek with her hand."I'll be waiting for your call, Lover," she murmured, smiling.I watched her strut. Main DC pahuncha to dekha ki wo pehle se hi mera intzar kar rahi thi. She was wearing a blue skirt and white top. So we sat next to each other and started chatting. Hum school days ki baate karte to kabhi college ki. Hum alag alag college main padhte hain .usne mujhe bataya ki uska boyfriend se breakup ho gaya tha.usne mujhe apne ghar invite kara. But as i was a shy guy maine mana kar diya..humari phone par kaafi baaten kari and at last main uske ghar usse milne chala gaya.maine jaise hi door. As she finished, she said, "Diane, remove all of your lingerie, I want you only in your panties. Do it now!" And with that comment, she left the bathroom and closed the door. I sat on the toilette and caught my breath. This was happening so fast. I mean, I wanted it to happen in my fantasies, but this was not fantasy. It was REALLY happening. I reached down, unstrapped my heels, stood up in my stocking feet and reveled at the pleasurable visual of my painted toes in my stockings. Reluctantly,.