Well i think its time for the story now. This is all began in a BUS in which i travel most of the times to work missing cabs, on one fine day i boarde... the bus at around 7:45am as it was a Monday, i had to reach office early due to loads of work on a Monday. I generally try to be close to females in the bus and if people from Bangalore or other cities are aware of how the VOLVO buses are designed, I like to occupy or stand near the physically challenged seats which is close to where the women. So I hadn't had my jolt of burnt, overpriced caffeine yet, and my brain was still in suspended animation.I could have been dead, though, and I still would have figured out what was what when my nose poked up an inch or two and buried itself in the folds of a warm, slick, fragrant vagina.Well, at least I had found out what mystery Cleo was keeping under her skirts.If her skirt had been a little looser or I'd been more awake, it might have ended right there, with me crawling out from under,. . ““She would make you a good wife.”I just shook my head.“I know its early days,” he responded. “But I would like to see her settle down with someone who will treat her well.”I laughed. “Well I don’t exactly have a good marriage track record so far Sanjay.”He smiled. “But you’re older now and probably ready to settle down; come home at night to your favourite food and have good company in bed afterwards as well.”Sanjay left soon afterwards leaving me to my lonely surroundings. Yes he was right;. "Yes I am Jeff. If you keep me I will be even happier than I was with your father."Jane liked to be reassured. "We will stay together always. When you are old you will still be with us. This is a lifetime commitment even if you are not sure of my words."She snuggled to me and I continued to pet her head. "Jane — are you going to come home one day with a baby in the oven?"She looked at me seriously. "Why do you say that?" I smell you when you come back on Sunday or Monday. You smell of having.