Although, she says it happened. I’ll be writing this story as Nisha.This I’m Nisha. I’m a Punjabi girl. I’m very fair, and my stats are 34-26-...6. I’m currently doing a job but my story happened when I was doing my 12th STD in college. I had a secret fling with my math professor in college. He was around 36 yrs old then. He used to come home to tutor me twice a week. That time after my granny would sleep we used play around. Nothing serious though, just boobs fondling and I used to give him a. And thank you for the ride. I wasn’t looking forward to a taxi ride home. And please call me Carol.’ That stopped me for just a second. Carol was my ex-wife’s name, you just had to be a Carol, I thought. I’d never actually met Mrs. Reynolds before. I’d just seen her from a distance when she picked up Justin. Up close she was an attractive woman, in spite of the yellow, blue, and sickly green of her bruises. I watched as Carol got out of the wheel chair slowly, she moved like an old woman of 90.. He sipped the coffee slowly, waking up a little with each sip. Amy was bustling around the kitchen and he marveled at how she could be wide-awake and perky so early in the morning. She sat an omelet in front of him and stepped back with a smile on her face. He knew that he had to eat the omelet or hurt her feelings. Usually he did not eat breakfast, preferring to wait until later and then have a bagel or pastry. He picked up the fork and took a bite of the omelet. It was good!"This is great.. I looked around thedowdy little room that was to be mine for the next ten years and myeyes filled with tears. I switched off the bedside lamp and turned ontomy side. My right hand went between my legs and I felt the feminineslit that had been surgically put there. My fingers started to explore.I had done this many times before but always to a member of theopposite sex. I was now a member of the opposite sex, not mentally butdefinitely physically. I licked my finger and slowly slid them into.