Shimla me suhagrat manna ke bad ,hum dono wapis chandigarh aa gaye Yeha par hum dono milene ka bahane dudhane lage ,shimla ke an eke bad mai dekh raha...tha ritu badi he sexy ho gaye thee usko boobs ka size bhee bad gya tha ,bade ga kyo nahi maine jo 3 din tak use dabaye jo rakaha tha ,ek din ritu ka phone aya ki uske bra kasne lage hai ,bade hee taklif hoti hai,maine kaha koi bat nahi aj market me milana nai la doonga ,maine 4 baze ka time fix kiya aur market me pauch gaya ritu pahele se he waha. Wait, this was Barry! Would-not-touch-with-a-bargepole Barry! A shiver of disgust flowed through my body, a wave of ‘no, no, nos ‘get up and run away now’ messages rushed through me, cooling my ardour and making me sit up until... Until the message reached my clit, which immediately bounced those sensible feelings and repelled them. The insatiable itch, deep in my pussy shouted ‘I want to come and I want to come NOW!’ My eyes focussed, like a heat-seeking missile and I spotted an unopened. The dorm was divided vertically into "entries," small units with 6 rooms per floor. Each floor had a single co-ed bathroom with two stalls, two latrines, and a double shower. The arrangement was probably quite sensible back when the dorm (in fact, almost the entire school) had been men-only. With women in the picture, new etiquette had evolved. The bathroom door was normally open. If you were in the bathroom, you closed the door. If you needed to use the bathroom and the door was closed, you. ‘Sir’, I wept, ‘I need to use the toilet’, now my pee was escaping, I could feel it, and held the dam back by contacting my muscles as tightly as I could, using my thighs, as a secondary measure, he saw that, as he stood behind me, he was studying my discomfort, knowing just the right buttons to push. ‘Stand easy’, he barked. But I could not, so I stayed as I was, my legs shaking. Now he was right in behind me, I could feel his warm breath coming through my hair onto the nape of my neck, ‘Open.