.To bhir bus me koi daba deta h to main maze le leti hu ! Lekin is baar baat kuch alag thi !Main apne mama ghar se by bus ghar wapas aa rahi thi. Bus ...aat ki thi to mama ji bus stop chor ne aaye the. Bus me chadte hi mujhe ek window wala seat mi gaya. Hm waha bethte hi,ek middle aged aadmi mere bagal wale seat me baitha.He lukd vry fatherly gentleman sort. Bus raat ke 8bje rawana hui. I was wearin a black short skirt with a pink colord shit..Jisme se mera black laced bra saaf nazar aa raha tha. Allen, you really don’t want me as your Santa!”“I don’t see why not, you’ve got a great head for business. This is just an extension of the season’s business.” John looked at the CEO with a questioning look. “Think of it like this, you ... are perpetuating the ideal of a benevolent man giving presents to children.” John’s eyes started to shine as he ran the scenario through his mind. “These children in turn want things, things that their parents buy them to say they are from said benevolent. "How am I going to explain my tan lines," she mumbled to herself. "Well, no one should be able to see my tan lines. They would think I was wearing my regular bikini.She decided to forgo panties. Besides, her t-shirt was long enough that no one could see underneath.Silvie managed to make it through the evening without incident. At dinner her mom asked why she had not put on sun block and she brushed them off by saying she looked but couldn't find any. Her mom did give her some Aloe cream.. She wore a tight, red, low-cut, shoulder-strap top which showcased an ample and voluptuous cleavage and exposed most of the skin on her back. Her red sequined mini-skirt was adorned with tassels, and shimmied and shone as she moved. Her shiny black nylons seemed to go on for miles, as they sprouted from wedge-soled red dance shoes. She looked like she should be on stage at a Madonna concert, and the only word I could think was “Wow”.She looked around the room, and nodded a greeting to several.