I think always believe “sex is one kind of art”. So I want to share the real stories of those incidents of my life with yours. I assure you that e...ery tale will give you a full satisfaction.In the year 1987, I was then 25, at that time there was no TV in our house. But I was addicted to watch Bangla Movie in TV. At that time only BTV channel was available and a Bangla Movie was aired every Fridays. I went one of my close relatives house to watch the movie. That house was about three kilometers. "Brian turned crimson.When Brian realized Tiffany thought she was cutting one of Mindy'sgirlfriend's hair, he said, "That's all right. I suppose you can cut itagain or won't it just grow out?"Tiffany was already reaching for a towel. "Nah, it'll be just fine.Let's get some of the product out and you'll see. It'll look just fine."She was right. With the product gone, the hair did lay down flat andlooked fine. It was still a little shaggy but Brian was not going to lether touch him again. . .yes. Yes, I got it. But I haven't opened it yet." I was sure I was acting a stuttering fool now. My cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. "Good. Don't forget what I said. Wear it all tonight. Don't leave a single thing out, because if you do then I will know." Your tone had changed from amusement to a flat stern one. "Okay, I will. See you at 8 sharp." And that ended our conversation. I sat there on the edge of the bed with the discreet box at my side, still unopened. After taking several. Her features were small and regular, a straight little nose and with what people call, ‘a generous mouth,’ set in an oval face. Her most striking feature was her eyes, an unusual grey in colour, and when turned to gaze at you, rather disturbing. For jogging she wore tight shorts and what I thought looked like a man’s singlet, but which my mother insisted was a camisole. Since while jogging she wore no bras I could see that her breasts as they jiggled up and down. Not overly large, they were.