Khair aise hi hmari bate har roj hone lagi or ek dusre ki bate share karne lage .. Ham dono ne no. B exchange kar liye the or chat pe bate karne lage...kabhi kabhi kabhi phone call b kar lete the. Kabhi kabhi main uske sath non veg bate b kar leta tha but wo kuch nhi khti blki muskra deti thi ..Main smj gaya tha ki tanka fit hai ..Ab wo jab b muje bus main milti thi to main bhid main jan buj ke usko touch kar deta ya boobs pe hath laga deta wo hans deti thi.. Ek din mainy us se kha ki movie. Girls on the other hand plan and plot their dress coding, knowing what to wear, and how to wear it, it was no coincidence I walked up stairs with my school skirt waistband rolled up three times so Mr Jackson could see my bum cheeks with my wet knickers pulled up in their extreme to form a classic teenage wedgie, and all just for me to rub one out behind my closed front door.'Teasing' and 'Jail Bait' were rife labels describing me when I as a girl, I wore them with pride, and at their fullest. Some part in this story is real while some part has been fantacised which is mentioned in the story. So let us begin the tale. I studied in an i.c.s.e school till my 10th then i took admission in an c.b.s.e school i was earlier in the science stream but when i joined in new school i took commerce as my intrest & then my tale begins. As for me the subjects of accounts & commerce were new so i was facing a lot of difficulties in my accounts(a/c) so i talked o my a/cs teacher for my tutions who. I found a few simplebracelets and an elegant gold necklace. Then I made up my face infront of my wife's mirror, spent quite a while doing my nails, thenput on a short brown wig my wife had bought many years ago and a pairof flat navy shoes.Almost as soon as I was dressed, the doorbell rang. I panicked.Whoever it was, I couldn't let them see me like this. But they wereknocking so insistently that I had to answer. It turned out to be aninsurance salesman. He pretty much forced his way in and.