“You can’t come until you remember my name. You can do it” He pushed me to think harder, trying to ignore the amazing feeling in my pussy. My in...ides are clenching ever so tightly, my throbbing clit is almost painful. Fuck!“John!”“No”“Jerry!”“No”“James!”“Nope”“Gah!” I screamed loudly in frustration, bursting out in tears as the wonderful sensational feelings were slowly taking over my body. I do remember him now. He had a beard and glasses on. He liked to read books. I’ve seen him come in the. ?Ok, well you?ve had your fun now, you can have your skirt back.??Unless....? Anna smirked.?Unless what?? I had already sat down and was starting to take off myshoes.?Unless you want to try on something else? I mean I have some dresseswhich would look great on you, it?s only recently I dropped a size sothere?s loads in my closet which would fit you... What do you say?!Just for a bit of fun.?I thought to myself for a few seconds. I couldn?t deny wearing theskirt and blouse had been quite. This happened about two years back. I was in my third year of university at that time. I used to help most of the people in the university with assignments and projects. I had a very good friend of mine, who was one year junior to me, who usually used to come and ask for help with his studies. His name was Arpit and I never used to hesitate and used to help him most of the time. Arpit is a person, who was there in the university only for the sake of studies. He was not interested in anything.. And several wines. I'm allergic to grape of any kind so I didn't bother with the wines ... I wouldn't know a good one from Boone's Farm.The bottles were all sealed and they weren't dusty ... I'm not believing that nobody else didn't sample ... so ... I wonder what happened to the bottles with a shot missing. While I was contemplating the existence of partial bottles of eleven hundred dollar bottles of scotch we stopped at a secure post. My ID didn't get us through but the cutie did.Sure enough.