” Alright, then. He definitely did not strike me as a motorcycle enthusiast. More like a priest or something. And you know what – half an hour lat...r, when I was on the verge of a micro-orgasm while greedily pushing Rae’s expertly made Eaton Mess into my mouth, it turned out that I was right. He was not yet a priest, but that was what he was intending to become. “It’s his parents, really.” Rae explained while pensively looking at the empty plates. “I’m not entirely sure he would want to go down. I used to share this only with my friends and while sex chat on fb. One of my boyfriends gave this idea of penning down my experiences as stories in ISS. I though its a good idea and then here it goes. This is a combination of reality and fiction just to spice up the heat.This is one of my exhibitionist stories. Me and bf work in same office and in night shifts. We finished our work on friday night and he dropped me in his ktm at my place on saturday morning. I stay with my 3 of my friends in a. ”Tonight’s meal was a chicken curry for each of them, from packets heated up in boiling water. It was not bad, Reg decided, for a shop-bought meal. The ones he had experienced at home had left a lot to be desired in comparison. This prepared meal must be from a higher-class store that focussed on quality and taste.There was a bit of giggling from the girls during the meal, as they discussed Reg, particularly his admission in class that he was thinking of girls. Freda demanded of him, “Reg, was. As I watched theparty, several men and women walked up to me and it was clear they werelooking for more than conversation. I tried to be polite and in a strangeway it made me feel good inside that others might find me attractive evenif they had to be drunk or stoned to think so. I started to feel betterand allowed one of the men to sit next to me and put his arm around me.He started to rub my leg and my heart started pounding. Apparently hishand was going up a little too far when one of the.