I was sitting on head side of shiksha. I stand up to change my position. I stood up and pretended to drink water.I asked shiksha for water to check wh...ther she is fast asleep or not. i called out her name, but she did not respond. So i shooked her shoulder to wake her up, but no effect. I put my palm on her butt wake her up, but again no response. I sit near her waist and rested my back against the wall. Now shiksha’s butt was right in front of me. She was lying down on her belly and her. Only when I pulled the sheet over myself did I realize that I had forgotten my damp little panties. I knew that I had to get them back, but now I heard soft footsteps and saw the hallway light-up. Closing my eyes I feigned sleep for several long seconds. Was someone in the doorway of my room, peeking in at me and Johnny? I sensed that someone was doing just that, but I didn’t dare open my eyes to look. I was relieved when a couple of minutes later I heard the bathroom door close, plunging the. After what seemed like an incredibly long time, I placed my re-chilled fingers back onto that hot, pink surface. Ahhhh! Ooooo! Again, the shock of the cold stimulated and excited me. This time, instead of rubbing up and down, I rubbed in circles. I enjoyed a longer period of stimulation the second time, not wanting my fingers to leave my pussy.But I steeled my willpower and wrenched my fingers away one last time. This constant interuption of clit stimulation was driving my pussy wild. I. You had now fully accepted the role of the female. there's was no way you could thing as a man anymore. men had become the definition of sexiness now. you started noticing everything in them. their hands. their necks. their shoes. their perfume. and the more you saw, the more you wanted. you were attracted to them like a moth to a flame.but you were not just horny all the time now. you were not just on the verge of exploding every time a guy entered. that was something else. it was bad. it was.