Tabhi mene notice kia ki reet ka ik hath karan ki jean ki pocket me tha. Mujhe bahut ajeeb laga. Pehle to laga december hai shayed thand ke karan bt f...r apni jean ki pocket me kui nai. Tab mujhe ik bat ehsaas huya ki reet chahe shaadi na kar pa rahi ho bt uska sex karni ki chahat bahut jiada hai.Dinner karne ke bad karan ko goodbye bol main or reet room me a gaye. Main apni lower or tshirt change kar rajayi me gaya. Reet bhi change karne chali gayi. Jab bahar ayi mene dekha vo ik inners jo. I could feel my heart race as the bus sped through the darkened neighborhood, he really was taking a chance, he must have been really horny, to get it out and try to get one off.As much as he was feeling the thrill of masturbating on a bus, next to a girl he has never met, taking a chance and possibly praying, that she might be up for it, I mean some girls are up for it, but then again, some would scream their heads off, and he would be in a whole load of shit.I look again at his reflection,. He’d also let me help him work on his old cars and was always quick to show me how to do things. Uncle Joe was a real man’s man and I’d grown to love him a lot. Understandably, I was very excited when I saw him waiting for me as I stepped out of the baggage claim and into the Connecticut summer air. I waved to him and headed for his old pickup truck. “Hey Uncle Joe”, I greeted him and stuck out my hand.He shook it firmly with one hand while grabbing my bag with the other. He tossed it into the. She smiled to me, me too. I returned to my room around 3 O’clock. When I am coming there she is picking some concrete and brick parts form the house and putting that outside. That man also with her. I just smiled and go to my room. After sometimes that person went to some other place. Because his work was over. Only cleaning work is pending. After he went, she started to look to my room and smiling every time, while her passing my door. Once she stopped there and asked me. “What are you doing?”.