I said I’m sorry and ready to adjust my place. He said it’s ok and climbed the bed. He put his sandle in sandle box and took the water bottle from...the bag and put it next to the seat. He didn’t have any bag. He introduced himself of Venkat. He was weighed around 75 to 80KG and 5.7 feet. His head in half bald with white hairs. He didn’t have any beard or mustache.The bus started and all lights are turned off. I was just checked my mobile and put my headphone on and slept. I can see Venkat’s. Let me describe her. She is medium height, a bit hefty,fair, hair upto shoulder.I never had any ill feeling about her but I must tell from her early age (I mean school days) she used to have nice big boobs. At present they must be 36.We talked for a while. I asked her whats the problem.She told that nowadays she can’t concentrate in her studies, memories of her ex-boyfriend always comes to her mind. On asking she told that they had nothing physical, not more than kissing.By her words I was. He felt weak, weak and tired, his eyes barely open, his face just inches from the mud. He could hear the blood dripping from his face and hitting the mud with a plopping sound. Vision tunneled. Falling into softness. Pain receding. Then nothing. He was in a cold wet place, with several suns shining through mist. He shivered, and in the mist surrounding him he could see shapes moving, they loomed above him, he couldn’t make them out, monsters, they would drown him in the mud if he moved, he had. She saw that what was once a gut had now turned into a full 6-pack, and that’s when she noticed his huge bulge.“S..s..so what inspired the workout honey? I haven’t seen you take interest in that before.” She stammered. Her eyes glued to her own sons member. Her late husband, while she adored him was lacking a bit in the sex department. He was a one pump chump so to speak, and had just an average cock which was okay when he could last. She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she hadn’t.