I touched my heavy breasts.It felt so good. I dragged my long nails across the curve of mybreasts. I began to rub their full sides. I moaned as I cont...nued torub. My hands roamed closer to the tip. The sensations grew inintensity. My pussy ached to be played with. My hard reached down andhit the hard metal plate covering my crotch. My long, elegantly shapednail scraped frustratedly against the hard plate.I found a bath lily hanging near the body wash/shampoo. The sensationson my smooth skin. Dad had asked me many a times, about my interests and what I wanted to study and like not being sure; I told him that I was not able to zero in, whether to go in a Law School or be in Mass Communication and work for a reporting media like TV or even a big Radio Station. He got advised by some of his friends that if I was living alone, separate in the same house where some college student will be in the next room; it better not be a girl for the obvious reason of the chances for the foul play. We both ordered sundaes and sat down.“Do you remember I told you where this would end if you kissed me again?” I asked.“Yes,” she said shyly.“And you kissed me anyway. Then when I dropped you at home, you told me I was right. What did you mean by that?”She was quiet for a minute, then she picked up her spoon and scooped up her cherry and put it in my cup.“Kara?” I whispered.“You told me that’s where it was going to end up. You might be right. I think you probably are.”“I can’t take your cherry,. Then you fingered yourself and made yourself even more wet. I ask you to throw on some clothes, anything, and to come to my office, because I have something for you. A surprise, I say. But I have only one request of you – bring your wet panties with you. I wait. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. Then I look out the window and see you in the parking lot. Nobody else is here yet, and I go downstairs and let you in the building. I lead you in a hurried fashion upstairs. There is not much time before.