Suddenly, she started laughing. When I asked her why she was laughing, she said that my dick was too small!Then, after a few days, I saw her in colleg... with one of my classmates. My sister was also in the same college, but senior to me. They both were laughing as and when they saw me. I didn’t know why, and I also didn’t know that my classmate knew about this.Her name was Ishwarya. She was also very fair, but she was fit and had a perfectly toned body. She had perfect boobs, maybe 32, and a. She sat up with obvious effort. She'd been working hard, even though she was flat on her back, using pelvic muscles and legs and arms, as well as those amazing internal milkmaid muscles. But her languor didn't last long. She whisked the baby up and onto the changing table, bubbly with him, telling him how happy Mamma was, and how lucky Mamma was, and how much she loved him. He kicked and burbled, his hands waving in the air.She looked over to see me masturbating slowly. I didn't have anything. But I was in love. After a few days, her shift changed to the night shift. I started missing her like hell. So one day I messaged her on office communicator.I wanted to meet her and asked where was she sitting. So after my office hours, I went to her and told her that I miss her. I miss talking to her. She was shocked and just confirmed, “Talking, right?” and with courage, I said, “Stalking.” And I like her. She told me that she has a boyfriend.I said I know and I wanna be a one-sided lover.. Mentally he shrugged and opened the first story. He finished it and opened the next story, then another and another. He read all the way through the entire list, his astonishment growing with every paragraph. The astonishment was matched by his shock and his disbelief. Just what the hell was going on.He closed the folder. He hesitated over the next folder, the one that read only "Stories". If the other included stories written by others, he supposed that this one contained stories that Deborah.