1., but you can please yourselves, and I'm sure you will"Interstishul' yer say?"There I is, sat in a corner of the local's bar in the 'Jovial Tar'. Wh...t a bloody daft name that be. 'Twere the Jolly Sailor afore all they buggers from up London moved inter t'village an' landlord thort 'twere too commin fer the likes o' they, so 'ee got the brewry ter change it. Anyways, I'm wi my mate George an' ee's just used this big werd."S'right," says George, blowin the froth off 'is beer. I ain't never too. I wasn't at all sure I could stop at this point, but I was sure willing to try if she hesitated. One glimpse at her face was enough. She wasn't kidding. She wanted me.Lifting my body from hers I looked with appreciation at what I could see. Pale skin, great smile, wonderful breasts, slim stomach. Looking further down, her body flared to her hips, and a dark bushy thatch introduced her widely spread, vividly pink, most welcoming private parts.There's a temptation to describe this part of her. Teflon Coated ShitComes out so slick, clean and easy that you don't feel it. No traces of shit on the toilet paper, you have to look in the bowl to be sure you did it!Gooey ShitThis has the consistency of hot tar. You wipe your ass 12 times and it still doesn't come clean. You end up putting toilet paper in your underwear so you don't stain it. This shit leaves permanent sk** marks in the toilet.Second Thought ShitYou're all done wiping your ass and you're about to stand up when you realize. After she was done with her phone call, she returned the pen with a big thank you. After a while, she was attracted by a book which I was reading (Catalyst – by Chandramouli) and asked me about it. I figured that she wants to strike a conversation with me.So I engaged with her for a while casually. Her name was Sandhya. our conversation started to become a little witty as we talked more. She was traveling to Hyderabad on the same flight but our seats were way apart. And then the boarding.