So evening time I wanted to go and sit in that shop.Then we intent to talk much more about my family matters and sometimes others.This habits lasted f...r 1year.Somedays I and my cousin sister name Sharumathi (Name changed) alone were in that shop.She is normal Keralite womane with big buttocks and breasts.Her hairs started to became grayed.I had a little eager to see her.She also knew that.But we never talked it frankly.Whenever we alone in that shop our subject would romance but not vulgarity.. This is the true story of my first time with one of most awesome guys i ever met.its also my first attempt at writing something like this so,constructive criticism is welcomed. I am 20yrs old and now in college but this happened when i was 15,and only a sophomore in high school. I am pretty good looking,i have dirty blonde hairs,blue eyes and an attractive figure.Although,i didnt had huge assets at that time,i only had 34C boobs and my butt size was average,it looks great in skinny jeans and. And it was done out of pure innocence, a need to be wanted and loved.To calm down I put Bach’s fourth concerto on the stereo and reclined in my chair. My thoughts wandered back to the girlfriend who unknowingly donated Cori’s dress. Which led me to recall my days as a photographer. I was one of the top rated BDSM photographer in New York until I photographed the wrong man’s 18 year old daughter. Well, her drivers license had said she was 18. I had to get out of town fast. I still have all of my. I wanted to curl up into a ball and die. For the rest of the day, I avoided you like the plague. I kept my head down and my hands firmly and visibly on top of the desk, my legs closed, my brain focused on working. It wasn’t until my journey home that I saw you again, stood on the platform waiting for a train. I didn’t recall ever seeing you at the same station before, and always thought you had driven into work, but as we bundled onto the busy train home we ended up pressed against the doors.