I am a regular reader of ISS stories for past 4 years and like them a lot. Any aunty or young girls from Bangalore interested in having fun, extra mar...tal affair contact me at This is the story which happened with me when I was in 11th. Let me describe Amisha (The girl of my dreams). She was my classmate and has a well built physique of 36-28-32. Her boobs were pointy like ice cream cone. Anybody who sees her just wants to feel the taste of those juicy melons. They were mouth-watering and cant. When Paul, a close friend of Joy, asked me to redecorate his apartment I agreed and went to his house to give him an estimate and as he was away I picked the key up from his neighbour and let myself in. I’d measured up the downstairs room and as they wanted to change the layout of the bedroom with the TV to be mounted on the wall at the end of the bed.The Plasma TV was at least sixty inches across and being curious I switched it on and flipped through the channels until I clicked on the DVD. And then she gags again, loudly, UUURRRP, almost puking. I lift her back to it, but she recoils and thrashes her head back and forth. “What, it’s not clean?” She shakes her head. “Fucking bitch, Grace I said get yourself clean!” I shove Ella aside, grab Grace’s waist and start wailing on her ass, spanking her hard. She tries to crawl away, but I hold her steady and smack a good dozen times, enjoying the red marks, dampness making it sting so much worse, a few hand prints starting to show on her. Kicking and thrashing for just a moment, she fought against the denim and still a bit against the merlot, to free her legs from the name brand blue jeans.She was in a forceful mood, more so with each passing moment. She decided to herself, time to take what she wanted. Propping herself up on her hands, she slid her pelvis across his, their sexes meeting once again in a hot preview of things to come. She stopped when she came to rest with her knees on the carpet, straddling his chest, her.