A change of ideas, nothing more. So there we were. Staying in a youth hostel. Don't say it... Twenty five and spending nights in youth hostels. But wh...t do you expect from a bunch of poor students? Haha. The cool thing is that we were four guys sleeping in a dorm designed to host something like thirty people. We were all alone. It was mid-season. Can you imagine that pillow fight? Probably one of my best memories, I guess. But nothing compared to what happened the fourth and last night of our. Everybody will soon know what kind of girl I am." But nobody really knows what you did with Anton and those who suspect will keep the secret for their own good."I did not know what made me say that. She looked at me with her eyes wide."But that would put you..."I shrugged."And what would that change? You are already living here with me and I guess that our schoolmates have already guessed that we have done something else besides holding hands during last year."She actually giggled to that. And. She knew about me. She understood completely. I could tell by theway she eyed me up and down, noticing details I thought I could getaway with, that others would glance over and not register. Mydelicate watch that would remain hidden under my oh so straight shirtsleeves, my pure silk socks hiding stockings underneath, my ladiescourt shoes that were so close to the edge and gave me a thrill whenpeople gave them a second glance. I knew she would do things to methat my wife hadn't even heard of. I. I stroked them gently.I slid my finger in the gap and I found that her heaven was completely leaked. It was leaking profusely. Now it was the time to set the action on pace. I pulled my hands back and inserted inside her kurti. I unclasped her bra in a go. I was rubbing my hands on her bare back.It aroused her. She kept her hand on my crotch and started massaging it slowly. I took the initiative and moved on top of her this time. I started pushing her kurti to her breast-line. But she resisted..