Oh, I knew that not everyone went away to a nude resort during the summer. And, of course, I wore clothes to school and when I went out. Of course. Bu...t it really didn't seem all that different. After all, my parents had friends who were also naturists. They would come over or we would go to their house and take our clothes off. No big deal, really. I never thought much about it.We lived in California and there were a great many places you could go that were nudist or clothing-optional. I just. She knew (as well as thetwo men) that I had a not insignificant strain of the authoritarian in me.This was always something I felt I had to apologise for, growing up, butit rushed to the surface like oil from a well once my patience with Adamdried up.Adam was an intelligent man, and it was that that initially interested me.We met at University and moved in with each other soon after graduation.We both worked, that was until we didn't. He never was a proactive person,and so when he lost his job. I am a regular reader of Indian sex stories enjoying stories posted here. This is my first story and more to come, kindly pardon my mistakes send your feedback to Let’s come to the story I was doing my MBA in a reputed college located in outskirts of Chennai . during my college days I was good in academics also average personality and having 7 inches tool , I treat boys and gals equally so we study play eat together .The heroine of the story was swetha(name changed). She was topper of class and. ” “No way!” I mouthed, mortified, a vision of me lifting up the hem of my skirt in the hallway, revealing the next-to-nothing pair of underwear that I had on beneath it to all of my classmates. Almost as bad was the sudden spread of dampness. I felt myself suddenly soaking through the sheer material of Stacy’s gift to me. Humiliated, I turned my back to her, pushing my face against the cool metal of my locker door, praying frantically that she wouldn’t somehow notice my state. “Not here,.