Ab me apani story pe aati hu.Me ek engineering student hu jo class me sabse sexy ladki hoti he wesi hi me ek thi or gar ke mohhale me b me sub se hot ...hi meri figur ku6 kas nai bus 32 boobs 30 kamar or back 34 he Me apane pados or class me sab se gul mil ke rehti hu mere kai boys me friends the par apane place ki bat alag he apane gar ke pass b me sub se bat kiya karti thiAb me stori pe aati hu ye meri paheli story he or paheli bar ka sex ka anubhav b aap se bayan kar rahi huu ye story nahi. I was so angry at myself for crying, but I could not hold them in. My heart was broken and I could not fight my body’s need to let go of some of the pain. “I am mad at ....” I could not even tell him why I was mad. He would try to make me feel better and I knew that no matter what he did, I would not feel better. In the end of it all, he was going to get married tomorrow and I was going to go back home to ... nothing. Just another day in the life of me, I suppose. “Mad at what,” he asked me,. I could see the blue veins in them, and slight stretch marks - a result of their swelling with milk when she was nursing me. I raised my eyes to hers, and she was smiling slightly."Like them?" Oh, yeah. I like them. I think they're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."She laughed softly. "You loved them when you were a baby. I thought I'd never get you weaned." I guess you didn't do a good job, then," I answered. " 'Cause I'm still obsessed with them," and with that, I slowly lowered my. "The pressure in my pants tried to answer for me, but the pity that I felt when looking into her blue eyes forced my heart and soul to answer instead."No." I wanted to tell him that she was beautiful, that she should be treated like a fine piece of art - respected and revered. But nothing came out.Greg blinked in surprise at my denial of his offer. I saw his eyes look down at the bulge in my pants. Carol immediately did the same, and I felt my cheeks flush with shame that my condition was such.