I am regular reader of this site. I have posted once my true story on this site as well. If you have not read it, you can email me at I will forward y...u. This story was narrated by one of my best friends, Nisha. We were benchmates in college and she was an eye candy for all guys in college. We both are not from Bangalore originally.Only to study we had moved to Bangalore. So it was very difficult show off our sexual urge to outside world. Among we two, she was more bold and she did the. ’ Peter said as he took his friend into his arms and held her comfortingly to his chest, ‘I’m here. What’s happened?’ Wednesday, September 1st 2010 – 11:13am Earlier that morning… One of the prefects had passed a message to Lindi during one of her classes – as soon as she had finished her lesson she was to report to the headteacher’s office. She wondered what on earth Mrs. Kingston wanted her for – maybe it was just for a brief catch-up after the long summer break. But then, she had already. My mother did not have much of a collection of lingerie, and what she possessed could not be described in any way as erotic. No skimpy lace and nylon outfits, just a collection of beige bras and knickers. And certainly no suspenders (garters) and stockings! Pretty Polly tan tights (pantyhose) were the most glamorous of her underwear. Of course, curiosity had gotten the better of me and I had tried them on in private, and was amazed at the soft feel as they enveloped and caressed my lower body,. "Lay on your back with your hands behind your head." she demanded, and I did what I was told, wondering what she had in mind next. She took the flashlight and used it to take a very close look at my cock and balls. I could actually feel her breath on me as she inspected me her face was so close to my crotch. In retrospect, I think this was probably the first time that she was able to take a long close look at a boy's genitals and she was taking every advantage of the opportunity. Needless to.