” She had seen that I was looking at her breasts, and said,”You don't mean the pasties do you?”“No” I said, “You have a lovely figure, are...they as good as they look ?”With that she opened my door leaned forwards and rested her hands on my thigh, her top fell open and I was granted a wonderful view of her breasts and cleavage. Her breasts were just contained in a white bra, with wide apart straps. “Well what do you think of them ?”“Beautiful, although I would say they look a bit of a handful.” I. This event not only changed me but also everything around me. My girlfriend(now she prefer me calling her mistress) rashi(name changed) changed me. She is 20 yrs old and my senior. In the same college. We met in the library wherein we bumped into each other and it was *love @ first sight* in my case and I started following her. Well she was one hell of an angel and she was around 5’6 and perfect figure with perfect boobs and one of the most lickable ass.We became friends and after around 3. This is so much better. I just love it."Betsy poured for both of us, filling each glass equally, tipping the bottle until the last drops trickled out. "There's one dead indian." She reported, dropping the bottle back into the cooler, giggling. She looked relaxed and a bit flushed now, like she might have just the slightest beginnings of a high as well.The pizza arrived. We paused the VCR while Betsy put it in the microwave on 'hold warm'. By then, most of the rest of my second glass had. ’ ‘Yes! Do you like that?’ Sophia smiled, almost girlishly. ‘Of course! You’re caressing my back with one pair of hands and holding my manhood with the ‘other pair’ inside you. It feels great and it’s fun, too.’ And, I could have added, it was one of those dividends of maturity and experience. In my professorial days I had been with enough co-eds who knew everything about getting me into their bed, and then nothing about keeping me there. Laetitia would not have that disadvantage now, it.