I am regular reader of ISS. I almost read all the stories which led me to post this incident here.This is my first story in this forum and if there is...any faults, then please excuse and kindly send me mails with your views regarding this incident that happened with me a few days ago in a crowded train while going to the nearby town to meet one of my aunts.It was a cold december morning and it was raining outside too as I did not get the reservation I somehow managed to get a seat in the general. The principal thought it was a great idea and after a question and answer session, conceded to Mr. Meyer that I knew more about wood working than he did. He also chuckled that he could tell the school board he was "growing" his own crop of future teachers.If the broken bone in my ankle had healed properly so I could have played football, life would have been perfect. Teacher's pet, principal's fair-haired boy, only boy in school with his own car, a pretty teenager who fucked me silly once a. Nadezhda could see there might yet be wisdom in the cliché. After all, there was an extraordinary level of security surrounding a man whose academic discipline was at best incidental to the object of the mission. Maybe there was more to computer archaeology than Nadezhda had ever given credit.Although Captain Kerensky had entertained many of the resident scientists in her office, she'd been reluctant to invite one as poorly accredited as Paul. He wasn't even a professor. His only apparent claim. It was necessary to move on, but Sasha, it seemed, was not going to move farther the kiss. But the condoms in my handbag waited, when they will be summoned to the army service again. Then I had to make some movements so that the strap of my evening dress fall from my left shoulder, baring the shoulder and part of left breast in bra, and a few times as if accidentally I touched Sasha thigh with my sexy thigh in black nylon.And behold I have seen the long-awaited hillock between Sasha legs. In.