As this is my first ever experience which I narrated, kindly bare with me.This is about the incident happened to me 12 years ago when i was studying m... engineering.I was very silent person and never dare to talk to a woman by myself. Most of the time I used to spend with my friends only. One day, one of my room mates gave me a number and told me that u can call and talk to her and she is very nice person. Actually that lady is his class mate. Many days passed and one day, when i was feeling. “No disrespect to your ex, but Jesus, she must have a loose pussy not to think your package was big enough,” Tillie blurted out.Dan laughed, “God, you’re so good for my ego. I will say, you’re a hell of a lot tighter than I remember her being.”She smiled, feeling silly that it pleased her so much to hear that.“We should have done that before I went into the Air Force,” he mused.“Done what?” she asked.“Fucked like that. I’d have never let you out of my sight if I’d known then that sex with you. And she gave a little smile as she caught my eye. After a few more passages she ordered me to stand and read. I rose with beads of perspiration gathering at my brow and started to read. The English mistress knew her books. My passage was a particularly purple bit touching sympathetically upon a young virgin's first romantic intimacy and deflowering. Despite my fervent attempts to remain detached and dispassionate about the book my body started to respond. My reading became ragged and disjointed. But the pants I usually wore with it made me look..."Schlubby," Stacy said, emerging from the back of the mirror with Clinton by her side."Schlubby?" I repeated."Exactly," Clinton said. "You have a dynamite body—tall, well-proportioned, nice long legs. And this outfit manages to make you look both shorter and heavier." Now come and see what we think you should show up at work in," Stacy said. "Gray pantsuit with wide pinstripes and a single button on the jacket, and a white cami underneath. Can.