A barely audible moan escaped her lips as her fingertips circled the perimeter of her breast in an ever-tightening spiral. Her thumb and forefinger ...drew together over her nipple, kneading it gently. Unconsciously, her other hand moved to balance the experience. With the knowledge that only self can bring, she squeezed and caressed her breasts, engorging them with the rush of arousal and raising herself out of the water as her back arched to bring pressure to her touch. Another, deeper, moan. So here I was completely out of my mind desperately staggering through the airport in Rome. About 5 hours beforehand I'd gotten drunk and swallowed a litre of cheap corked wine (not fun) and if I didn't have friends with me I wouldn't have made it through the front door. But with them half carrying me I made it to boarding where I had an hour to sober up. Leaving my friends I practically collapsed into a stall in the airport toilets not aware enough to lock the door. One disgusting thing led to. Такая простенькая, с сухим текстом, но надеюсь, будет интересной.Любой желающий может дополнить данную историю, чем пожелает. Буду рад любым отзывам, комментариям, сообщениям, новым развитиям сюжета, и прикреплённым к постам картинкам.Приятного чтения!Я очень необычный ученик по имени Алекс, проживающий в городе Н и учащийся в самом элитном университете. По правде говоря, мне не место в этом университете, так как тут учатся будущие знаменитости и детишки богатеньких родителей. И попал я в это. It was not for me though. I was all about fashion, pop music and girltalk. All of my friends were girls since I was a teen. That was when mymale friends peeled away from me as rumors spread about my sexuality. Inever cared too much about it though.My parents were sort of oblivious to what I was. They divorced when Iwas ten. Despite living with each of them at various times, neither oneof them ever picked up on my cross-dressing. However, they did knowabout my unusually girlish interests..