Mera naam nilima hai, log mujhe nilu kahte hain. I am a student in B.A. first year. My age is 18+ ,, fair, slim, 5.4 height, sundar figure, 32 24 30. ...ene isi saal collage join kiya he. Pahle jahan tak mene class 12 kiya wo ghar ke paas tha. Par collage bahut dur he, sabse sidha rasta train ka he collage jane ke liye. Local train me 1.20 hrs yani 80 minute lagte hain. Pahle to pareshani hui, koi sathi bhi nahi tha. Akele aana aur jana. Wapas aane ke samay office time ho jata tha. Office hours. How to manage things financially was still a bit of a mystery. This was an unexpected expense. Toys were going to be a challenge. She was scared to file for child support. Scared that her husband would retaliate. Or worse yet, he would attempt to take KJ just out of pure meanness. He had money. She made just enough to sustain them. Sometimes the bill juggling, as basic as they were, kept her up at night. She would simply try to take her mind off of it by just doing more studying. It represented. I slipped a little on the seat. I had soaked through my panties and athletic tights, my wetness seeping onto the leather seat I share with so many other instructors. I closed my eyes."Don't stop! Keep going!" They thought my words were encouraging them, but I was cheering myself on. I began to tingle in my toes. The tightness was starting. "Remember. Go BREATHLESS!" I stumbled over the cues I had said so many times before. My breath was uncontrollable, pants of pleasure and exertion. "You are. Reaching around and lifting the bottom of her shorts up to give her a glimpse of her round little ass cheeks also. Monica really began to lose it and she unbuttoned her blouse down a couple and she slid her hand inside her shirt and started to rub her huge breasts. Maria could see glimpses of her mother's breasts, bra covered, but they were spilling out of even her bra, she thought about sucking on them and that really drove her crazy. She slid couple fingers inside her shorts and rubbed around.