I want to fuck.”A couple of seconds later the intercom buzzed and the door opened and I went up to the first floor. The door was ajar and when I pus...ed it open, she was stood in the lounge doorway, naked of course.I walked up to her and placed my fingers on her pussy lips. She was, indeed, soaking and there was a tell-tale drip or two on the laminate floor.“Sit on the sofa,” I told her and she backed away until her calves hit the edge of the leather and she sat down.“Sit on the edge, lay back. The incidents I am sharing happened when I was doing my engineering. I had good enough rank in the entrance test to get seat for electronics branch in govt engineering college but not anywhere near to my place but in an engineering college in central travancore.It was during the interview for the admission in the college that I first met with shafeena and ammu (both names changed little bit) both from malabar area itself. Ammu had a wheatish complexion tall may be 5’6″ and shafeena very fair. “No, I’d prefer that you leave it open. A beautiful looking body like yours should rarely be hidden by clothes.”“There’s nothing wrong with a little imagination,” she replied fastening one button.Tina held his hand as he escorted her to the dance floor then accepted his close embrace. Her breasts pressed against his chest as they moved in a circle. She could feel his hands smoothing up and down her back and looking up at him, accepted his kiss.She sighed softly as his tongue explored her mouth. Some of those idiots left me before I did anyhow. Mostly because of my defect it seems. By the by, I suffer from Palmar Hyperhidrosis. Don’t get scared with the confusing complex name of this defect. It’s nothing but I have sweaty palms. If ever I have to give a handjob, I don’t need a gel or lube. That’s a positive, eh? Last week I scared away one of my boyfriends. His name is Harshad. He was adorable. To be honest, he is younger to me by a few years. Tell you a secret diary? I doubt if he is.