Thanks to ISS. first of all let me tell you about me n sindhu. i m sri doing my final yr b.tech from visakhapatnam ans sindhu is doing her B.tech 1st ...ear from vizag as well.i really dont know about her figure but she is cute,fair, n 5’4” with little more weight that she need to be at her age.friends give your feed back , i know this story is little lengthier and forgive me for the mistake, as i dont know how to write a story, n this is a real storymy id sindhu is my aunt’s daughter, they stay. It was divine. Beneath her jeans, Steph felt a familiar tingling sensation, accompanied by a little flourish of heat. Familiar, but not in the context of another woman’s lingerie.What the fuck are you doing? Chimed in the sensible voice again. Caught in the reality of the moment, she didn’t care enough to stop though. Yet she did take another glance around to check that nobody was there. Her eyes confirmed the emptiness of the room and settled on a large picture on the wall; a photo of the. You've told me." He was looking into her eyes. He took a sip from his cup, still holding her glance.She looked down.He set his cup back on the saucer. "Prove it." She looked up at him, a question in her eyes. "Prove it," he repeated. His voice was low, quiet.Her hands started to shake. "Conrad, no... I..." She looked over at the barista. She was doing something with the espresso machine, paying Hannah no attention."Prove it."Hannah drew in a shaky breath. Her hand clutched the hem of her skirt. But he didn’t, he pulled away as if nothing had happened and turned towards his urinal. He cleared his throat like he was going to spit but didn’t. I heard him grunt and groan, forcing his piss past whatever valve we have inside of us and then I heard his piss hit the porcelain and knew this was over. He stood there ignoring me as if I was nothing more than some tree or fence post that he shot his cum on.Just like the recordings I had been listening too, no emotion, no love, just raw lust.