Taking off my skirt and my underwear I put the pj pants on and then throw the top over my arms. I do up the bottom three buttons on the top. I can see... the tops of my breasts peaking out from under the shirt but who cares? It's just me here. I sit down at my computer and open up my email. Nothing to exciting. Please pay the phone bill, oh look, I'm the heiress to a king I've never heard of in a country I don't know where it is. Scrolling down and deleting all the crap I see an email from Pete.. I am from Mangalore and this is my first story. So please forgive me for my mistakes. I like to thank ISS for giving me an opportunity to post my story. I have been reading ISS stories for the past 3 years and got an opportunity to tell you one of my real life incidents which happened to me during my student life.This is the real incident which happened to me last year. I was done with my under graduation and had taken my admissions for post-graduation. But my best friend had a vacation back. Her legs stem from perfectly formed calves past the knee to juicy thighs that are screaming to be grabbed and lifted up until her backs pressed up against a wall. Those small yet adequate breasts that I hadn't yet seen uncovered sit usually behind a thin piece of fabric that advertise a handful of forbidden pleasure.After the mornings eyeful, i was in the shower getting ready to go out and try to get lucky when my eye caught a slight movement to the side, startled I looked over in shock to see. “This is the torch! Touch it, so that you get some idea of what Shakespeare is talking about!” Rebecca closed her eyes and bashfully touched the shaft. What Mr. Warner did not know was that this was the first penis she had ever touched. “Put your hand around it and rub it!” Rebecca did, hesitantly at first, but then with more and more conviction. Mr. Warner’s breathing was getting heavier, he forgot what was going on around him, the risks he was taking … he did not hear the knock at the door,.