Tabhi mujhe apne classroom ka dhayan aaya hamra classroom 2nd floor par tha, aur seema ka classroom b 2nd floor par hi tha… aur pura school niche th...….m class room ki taraph jane laga.thnk god koi sir b nahi mile varna mujhe rok lete m sidha classroom ki aur jane laga ……n yes seema apne class room me hi thi vo kuch cards ko dekh rahi thi apne beg se nikal kar mujhe pata nahi vo kya the…..mane soch lia agar aaj kuch nai bolunga to kabhi nahi bol paunga ….m befikar himmat kar ke andar gaya .vo. ." she stammered. The man's jaw shifted some, "So young ... unbutton your dress." Hesitantly Jonna brought her hands to the small pearl buttons on her dress, and began to undo them; choking back more tears and a sob. After undoing the tenth button, he seized her shoulders and roughly yanked her dress down, exposing her breasts. Her modest brown colored nipples stood erect, begging to be sucked. She lightly began to shake as he lowered himself over her, taking a hardened nipple into his warm wet. I take another look at the ornate clock on the mantle and note that it is now nine fifteen. I take some time to just stand there enjoy the pleasure of being Michele. The soft caress of my hair on my face, the feel of my satin and nylon underwear on my skin, the taste of my makeup, the scent of my perfume, the whole womanly feeling of being dressed sexy and sophisticated. I balance on my high-heels and then walk towards the kitchen to get myself that drink. The hem of my tight skirt clutches at. Surbhi was a lovely girl, very homely but adventurous at the same time and surprisingly, despite her strict upbringing, was always up for one thing which I enjoyed the most – public affection.Surbhi was my age, and had the body type I relish – curvy and firm. She was about 5’6’’ which made her pretty tall by Indian standards and exactly the kind of physical attributes I loved in a woman. Of course, back in those days, we were much younger and had never had sex. Yet, the thrill of making out in.