Wo bahut hi sundar thi.uski height bhi taqreeban 5’-4” thi . Usne lal rang ke kapde pehne hue the salwar kameej. Mujhe usko dekhke khayal aaya ke ...ain usko apne saath bitha leta hun. Par hum 3 dost 3 wali seat par baithe the par fir maine uski taraf dekha aur usne bhi meri taraf dekha, najaane kyun mujhe laga ke main iske saath enjioy karun kyun ki main pehle bhui bus se safar karte waqt bahut ladies girls ke saath travel enjoy kiya par iski aur hi baat thi. Fir maine uski taraf dekha wo mere. When hefinally got comfortable sitting side saddle, Lana began peppering Gregwith questions. "Why are you wearing a dress like girls do?" was herfirst question.Greg said, "I like dresses." But dresses are for girls." Dresses might be for girls, but boys can wear them if they want tofeel like they're a girl." You want to feel like a girl?" I guess you could say that."I then said to Lana that I like boys who wear dresses. It shows thatthey like girls and it's important for girls to be with boys. She does however push back slightly onto my hands. I use my thumbs to press into the crack between each flawless buttock as my hands continue to caress her body. I love the feel of her firm young muscles but want to feel the real thing without the impediment of any material. I need to experience the contrast between the hard muscle and her smooth skin. I bend down to kiss her dress-covered cheeks taking the opportunity to move my hands to her heavenly thighs. I kiss each cheek in turn before. I saw who he was, but I couldn't remember his name, I had seen him a few times before with my son. I shook him awake and said "Please come into the kitchen, we need to talk" I poured me a cup of coffee and offered one to him as well, at first we didn't talk we just stared at one another, then I asked him "How could you just take advantage of me when I was in such a vulnerable state?" I tried to be as mean sounding as I could, but as soon as I got that out, I realized that this boy/man had just.