The gold embossing of the cover simply read ‘Lost Knowledge’ with the letters B.S.D.K. in a smaller typeface underneath, presumably the author’s...initials. Isabella carefully opened the book, treating it as a she would a great and delicate treasure. She found a sharp blade in her satchel and carefully released the folded pages pair by pair. By the time she had cut a dozen or so, she was too eager to read and left the rest of the book till a later time. The frontice-piece gave no further clues to. Buckling down he felt the seems in his cloths split as he suddenly began growing larger, thicker. His groans of discomfort grew deeper as his voice changed, his friends staggering to the floor as they began outgrowing their cloths.Not five minutes later everyone starting pouring out of the bar in a mad panic, running to their trucks to drive away as fast as they could from what was happening in the bar, even from their cabs they could hear crashing and smashing inside and it only spurred them. They both left and I also followed. The boy left on his motorcycle & suddenly Ritu saw me & was very conscious. I wanted to utilize this opportunity. I asked her about herself. She was doing fashion designing at Pusa Institute & was staying alone in one room at South Ex. I asked her to accompany me for coffee. Being afraid of me she could not refuse. I took her in the same restaurant & we took a table in the enclosed cabin. We both sat on the same side of the table. After 10~15 min of chit chat. .. Your smooth, bare pussy was covered only by your skirt.... nothing else...As much as I couldn't bear to take my hands off your tits, the thought of your warm, uncovered pussy so close to me was too much.... I placed my hands just over your knees, at the edge of your skirt, and slowly traced my fingertips upward, along the inner edge of your thigh. As my fingers detected the increasing softness of your skin, I pulled them back, my fingertips lightly scratching at your legs as I pulled them.