Main dusre city se bus mein apni city ki taraf aa raha tha or wo mujhse pehle hi bus m mojood thi par hamari koi baat nahi hui… jaisi hi bus stand a...ya to main utarne k liye gate k pass aa gaya.Use bhi utarna tha or main uske piche tha ekdum jab bus ne break lagayi main galti se uski taraf sarka or uske mast gand se mera lun takra gaya or mera lun khada ho gaya kyunki first time kisi ki gand pe laga tha.Use mehsoos hua shayad or wo meri taraf ghoor ke dekhne lagi toh maine use sorry bola or bus. ”Nicole pulled Jane to her feet and in front of her full-length mirror. “Look at yourself, Jane. Don’t think like a mom, or even as an older women. Look at yourself objectively!”Nicole stood behind Jane as she looked at herself, or at least she tried to do so with some level of objectivity.Nicole stepped closer and pressed up against Jane with her face over Jane’s shoulder. “You are a very beautiful woman!” She looked at Jane’s body with barely disguised hunger. She reached around and started. It was an experience that stayed in her memory forever.The spanking was only a warm-up for the one-on-one sodomy that usually followed. Her early reluctance eventually changed into compliant acceptance of her fate and she grew to appreciate the lessons her uncle enjoyed with a gusto that belied his age and passive nature.Uncle Peter’s peter was quick to establish a beachhead in Sylvia’s tempting heart-shaped bottom at those times when discovery was least likely and she soon exhibited a certain. Last night, I received a phone call from the convent on the other side of the church. Apparently there were some plumbing issues and, since it was after hours, could I come over and snake out some pipes, plumbers being rather expensive. I was met at the door by Sister Katherine, who greeted me with a warm, wet kiss, and led me to the basement. Upon entering the cellar, I heard her latch the door behind us. The room was large and warm, dimly lit by candles. I noticed two other women sitting on.