20 pm then…Looked n searched for her among crowds though she didn’t mentioned anything about her wears but was sure of wearing either saree or pun...abi suit as her family background was orthodox type and for my surprise she came from opposite direction and called me by my name…And I was stunned when I turned and saw Lady of My dream standing so close to me in real forwarding her hand for giving handshake…My whole body was on was on fire when my palm n fingers touched hers, It was electrifying. But here, now, was a time and place for us to speak honestly and openly about the things we wanted to do together and to each other.From the moment I had seen him that first time, my imagination was already whispering strange and naughty things to me.He was still staring as if he was afraid he'd wake up from some erotic dream and a simple touch would break the spell. His eyes were on the round bulb of my sex. He bent forward and rested both hands on the mattress and lent down further to place. .I'm scared to even breath properly. My body is burning with desire. I have never experienced such a quick turn on...from fear to wet between thighs in a blink of an eye. I have to bite my lips from moaning. I have to think about something else... but all I can think about is him touching me. I want that...I want it so badly. I lift my shirt up a bit and very carefuly place his hand on my breast. It takes forever before his hand reaches it, since I have to do it all very slowly in order not to. My friends at school did not talk much about it but there were occasional sniggers. I found that newspapers my father collected for wrapping stuff occasionally had pictures of women in underwear and they gave me a good feeling. Anyway I developed a habit of wanking and spunking over the girls. These were hidden in my bedroom and I was never challenged about them. Gradually I built a collection and put them in a folder. I was an only c***d and realised later in life a bit aspergic so never felt.