Never wanted the boobs. Or the pussy. I just enjoy the dressing and some of the memorable experiences it has given me throughout my life. I have met s...me incredibly sexy people of all gender types. Good friends. Lovers. Partners. One night stands. Every type of human emotional and sexual relationship you can name. But this little true story is about trying something and knowing it was me who was wrong about myself and the kind of psychic scar it has left me with. This episode goes back to when. I called Mansi to get down and collect the lunch box. She heard me and immediately lowered her legs on the wooden ladder connected with the scaffold. I was standing exactly below the ladder.As she stood on the top bar of the ladder way and proceeded to climb down, I looked upward. Suddenly, my jaws fell open. Mansi was wearing a long skirt that day; and from my position, I could see inside her skirt... her creamy white shapely legs... joining at her delicate thighs and the pink colored panties. Talked to her. Walked her to class. Carried her books. We became high school sweet hearts. After college, we married. I'm the only man to ever see her naked. The only man she ever slept with. That would change before 2020 came to an end.We built a good life. Great careers, big house, money in the bank, wonderful kids. But there was always something missing. We were always more like friends had lovers. It was him that she always wanted. He was the only boy who could make her fall. I am a regular reader of ISS and now I am going to narrate a story which was happened one month back.I used to live in sr Nagar near to Ameerpet and at one day I went to walking for one mnc and there one beautiful girl named Lakshmi aged 22 with round boobs and perfect sized body. I didn’t even spoke to that girl on that day but every time.I got a chance I used to stare at her big boobs and her beautiful ass and cleavage and we both were not selected in that interview and after some days and I.