After his customary, "Thank you everyone," Stan left to get on with the rest of his day.Elizabeth had been watching Stan for years and thought she kne... something."Well, have you asked her yet?" she teased across the desks. Stan looked at her, completely at a loss."You've been thinking of someone and for a change it's not Caron, is it? I can tell." Elizabeth, I don't know what you mean. Denise and I are friends, nothing more," answered Stan."I never said a name," Elizabeth answered, quietly.. At last, I reached the crest and plunged over, stunned by the explosive pleasure of my first-ever full orgasm. Tears were streaming down my cheeks – tears of release and relief, tears of delight and joy. The uniformed guard produced a tissue from somewhere, and with gentle solicitude wiped my eyes dry, murmuring ‘there, there, baby doll, you’re just fine now’. Her partner gave me some last licks on the cunt, lapping up my juices, and then rose to her feet and kissed her lover, who drew my taste. "No, you won't be able to. The operation is minor, but it's not something I want to talk about. This stays inside the house. Please give me my privacy, OK?" May I see my present?" Abby asked to change the subject."Sure, step right up here and open it."She stepped around her sons and carefully released the tape sealing the package. When the paper fell away, six eyes stared and three throats gasped while David looked on expectantly."David, you're drawing again? It's beautiful. It's just. It would have been okay if Sathya had told me that he has feelings for his own sister too but there was no such thing from him. I felt stupid. The next day, as I came back home from college, I found my sister sitting on the floor, trying on her new Adidas sneakers which my uncle had bought for her. She had a knee length skirt on and the image I saw is still very clear to this day. Her skirt had dropped below her knees and her tiny white panty was visible easily. My uncle had bought one size.