I am 27 . 5.8 height. This is the real story happened in my life. I was in engineering 3rd year. story heroine is my java madam. Because of the the br...ke up with my girl friend i got crazy got addicted to some sort alchhol stuff and all..bunking the college and spending all over the time out side became as my life. but from first year onwards i was a good student. That impression carried forward by all the faculty members. (by java madam also)her name is likitha(name changed). she was around 5. He had a scruffy beard that he wore well and, like any country boy, he was dressed in boots, jeans, and his nicest pearl snap shirt. His hands were rough and calloused from working outside and she felt her pussy dampen at the thought of them touching her smooth skin.She offered him a drink, and he accepted. She led him into the living room and explained that they would both have to sit on the small love seat because she was short on furniture after having just moved. She smiled sheepishly and. “Not only are you graduating, you’re getting honors too, you have a great GPA,” she informed me. Now it was my turn to smile. I stood up, walked over to her open door and closed and locked it. Then I walked around her desk to stand right beside her and whispered to her “Well that last guy wanted to graduate with fucking honors and he won’t be. I want to graduate with fucking and honors.” She caught my drift and smiled and then stood up and whispered back “Who would you like to fuck and where?”. "I am a silly and frivolous girl, but not a player. What should I call you for now? I must call you something and Angique would be too ... too ... I don't know ... equal?"Angique smiled. "Never mind, honey. You may call me Angique or anything for now — as long as it isn't Mistress; or "hon" or "sweetie" for that matter." She chuckled. Then she resumed the rubbing of the girl's hands."You confuse me, girl," she said."I am sorry for that, A — Angique. I guess I acted silly. I am a silly.