This is true what happened but I will keep posting them in series. My first experience happened back in 2000 when I was 21 and were my University days... I was doing my BCS in computing and I have a lot of computer experience coze of it I was well known in my department and in field. On the very first day I saw a girl Shamsa “name change” she was also in my class and she sat next to me, her height 5-2 marvelous curves 34B-26-36 and milky white skin, pink lips and she used to wear modern dresses. The changing cubicles were a bit dated and had ill-fitting partitions and curtains at the front, not very private but it did give me opportunities to exploit my exhibitionism at the same time.The curtains never fitted properly and a gap was always evident which not only allowed me to see them in various states of undress it also allowed them to see me. With the mirrors on the back wall it was always best in the cubicle to the right or left of the one opposite, it allowed the perfect view both. Gil Evachevski was one of them, of course, and so were Mark Gravengood, Ryan Clark, as well as Bud Ellsberg, the railroad president, Harold Heikkinan, the football coach and athletic director, and Steve Augsberg, a production expediter at Clark Plywood. Frank Matson's half-brother, Rod, was also on the list, even though he wasn't a Vietnam veteran; he was an archaeology professor, and Gil had long had a hunch that whatever they did was going to require a trained, professional dig. The group met. Getting up and walking over to the door, I heard giggly laughing who one I recognised to be my Aunt. Answering the door, the entry was pushed wide by one of her friends wanting to use the toilet as a matter of urgency."Evening my sweetheart, hope you don't mind, my flat has no booze left and I know your Mum and Dad stock some up, they wont mind us having a few" and she pushed past me in a drunken wobble. She was was wearing a short loose fitting skirt, black high heels, an electric blue wrap.