40.Actually she had a boyfriend ,who was also my childhood friend .He was short, very weak and can’t satisfy any girl/women. Coming to the point, on... day we were informed that the optional subject classes will start at 8.00AM.Many of the people doesn’t attended as it was an optional subject only interested people will come. My luck that me, Soumya and her friend who is also a good figure, having very nice assets. So we three used to attend the classes. I have many chances to talk with her alone. “It’s okay. I understand,” I said in my most reassuring motherly voice. “Have you done a test?”She nodded. “Twice.”“And you’re still not sure?” I asked, surprised.As a medical scientist, I knew the modern tests were very reliable indeed.“It was inconclusive both times,” Izzy explained.“You poor thing,” was all I could say, holding her close again as she snuffled into my shoulder.“Do you know how it might have happened?” I asked when she had recovered at little. “I thought you were on the pill.. From the hips over the belly up to the armpits. I stretched my arms up and played with my light armpit hair.With fright I saw in the mirror the door opening behind me. The earlier mentioned older saleswoman was standing in the open door. I can't really estimate, but I assume that she had to be between 55 and 60 years old. She slowly looked at me from top to bottom."Well, what do we have here? A little pervert?" I...I...I don't have anything..." She put her finger on my lips with a "Schhhhhhhh!". Again Charlotte reached into the now fully unzipped small case. I watched eyes wide with terror, expecting some nasty implement to be appearing before me. But it was nothing more threatening than a pile of clothes, a small girls clothes. Panties, thick cotton pantyhose, a vest with a floral motif, a denim skirt and a My Little Pony T-shirt. A pair of scuffed and well used buckle up shoes was the last item deposited on the pile.I looked at the clothes and then to them. They were smiling broadly..