My hand crept to my mound. I let my fingers rest on my labia beneath the smooth silkiness of my gown. I could feel myself becoming damp. I stood up an... pulled the gown over my head, and dropped it on the floor. From the drawer of the bedside table, I pulled out a large dildo.I lay back down, nude. I rubbed the hard rubber over my slit, over my aching breasts. I closed my eyes. I let the head of the facsimile cock play with my swelling labial lips, shuddering each time it grazed over my clit. My. As this is my first story in ISS please do understand if there are any mistakes. I am around 5’11 height average body and cool attitude and bit shy. Coming to the story the girl name is Harika she is a bit beautiful.According to me she sex goddess , because she is in such a great shape I would love to look at her for hours and hours. Her shape is of 38c , 28 ,30. I guess by now the structure of the girl would have come to your mind. The problem is that I do have only one class common with her I. I was “hemmed up” against the sink, and makeshift mirror. His arms wrapped their way around my waist, pulling me into him. Finally, his thick, full lips merged with mine. His tongue burrows its way into my mouth. I willingly acknowledge and accept it, rubbing my tongue into his. My hands find their way to both sides of his face, drawing him closer to me. When we finally broke for air, we are hot, sweaty, and yearning for more. I didn’t protest, when his hands left my waist to scrunch my dress. "You said you had a picture?"I showed her the one I had from the catalog."I have seen this at the Clothes Shack. Do you know what size?"I realized that she was going to buy it for me. I started to cry.Mom took some measurements and went to the store.While she was gone I did what I sometimes do when she is away at work orwherever. I went to her room and tried on some of her dresses. They wereall much too big for me but I wore them anyway playing that I was alittle girl playing grown up. She had.