But instead, he got out a veryplain, dark blue skirt. The only thing feminine about it--aside fromthe fact that it *was* a skirt--was that it was rat...her full."Tight skirts are sexy," he explained, "but a full skirt is morepractical. More comfortable."I felt I was all ready for a sexy, tight skirt, but I didn't object.I stepped into the skirt."The zipper and the closure go on your left side," he said. I rotatedthe skirt into the proper position and, with a little difficulty,zipped it up. It. I told myself to wait and it would happenbut it didn't. Then a vaguely familiar woman came into the room, smiledate me then asked how I was feeling."Where am I? What happened?" My voice was croaky."Can't you remember?" she asked me. "You had a bad fever and you'vebeen ill for days."I tried to remember. I wanted to ask who I was but the question seemedsomehow stupid. As the woman talked on about how ill I'd been thingsstarted to come back, only very basic things like my name. My name. Ye incident tb hua jb me 2nd yr me tha me ek ladki pooja ko bhut pyar krta tha par wo seedhi saadhi thi isliye wo ye sb k liye mana krti thi,fir ek bar hum dono k exam chal rahe the to me uske flat p gaya wo rent pe rehti thi uski friends k saath fir usne mjhe andr bulaya or chai bnane chali gai uski ek friend gallery me baithi thi or padh rai thi maine thodi der uske lapi pe gane sune fir hum dono ne chai pi or pooja ke rum me chale gaye fir wo mjhe Padhane lagi or me bus usko dekh raha tha. My cock pressed in a few inches. She squealed in pain. She flopped all over the desk trying to get away. I used my left arm to keep her secure on the desk. I let her fight a bit, because the motion made me even hotter. It helped my cock move in and out of her pussy.In between her frantic thralls, I was able to push my cock in further. After dozens of hard, deep thrusts, I finally felt the barrier of her hymen. Oh god it had been so long since I had felt a virgin pussy. She was wrapped.