She lay back in the soothingly warm water and her hand slipped between her legs. She didn't have a lot of hair, just the wispy brow hairs over the top...of her pussy. She rubbed on her clit with her right hand while her left toyed with her nipples. Soon her middle fingers had slipped inside her labia and she began fingering herself. As her climax approached her legs straightened out and her feet arched forward and her hips raised up to meet her busy fingers. Oh Jesus I'm cuming she thought as the. I bet we would go through some pantyhose. Wouldn’t we?” he asked. I smiled as I told him I thought that was highly probable.We stood silent for another moment then he reached out with his right hand and said “My name’s Dan by the way.” I shook Dan’s hand as I told him my name was Michael. Dan shook his head up and down then said “So, you going to let me see them pantyhose again or do I have to beg?” I half chuckled then said “No, you don’t have to beg. Maybe we should go upstairs?” I said. Dan. I was in the first year of BBA. That day we were in our first class of university life.Everyone was getting to know each other and introducing each other. That day my eyes caught Farhana. As most of the students in our university are from a high-class family in Bangladesh, girls wear what they feel like. There is literally no restriction. I introduced myself to Farhana.Soon we became friends as both of us are open and free minded. We both are smokers and occasional drinkers. As days went by we. For that I took the train that went to Chennai via Nagpur. I was so excited to meet her. Train reached Nagpur at 14:15 hours. I was standing at the gate of train, waiting for her. She was standing on the platform with a beautiful sleeveless pink top with a trolley bag in one hand and a bottle of water in other. She was looking stunning. Sorry, I forgot to tell you about her. She is 5 feet 3 inches, I guess, boobs 32 (she only told me), waist 28, and very fair complexion. She has awesome figure.