I turned and smiled to mom in appreciation and she hold my hands and I rested my head on her shoulder.After a half way through I felt the urge to pee,...and mom must have sensed my discomfort, mom;”Whats is it arjuuu????”, me;”Mom I have to peeeee!!!!!”, mom;”you should have peed in the train restroom itself”: me;”mom!!!!, come on no more lectures, please!!!!”, she signaled the lady to stop the cart.And I got out fast.Mom directed me towards the tree covered with bushes and I looked at the lady. His hairswishes from side to side. His fingers struggle to close in on the wigcap. The thin golden bracelet tinkles softly. His painted nails arereaching in under the hairpiece-"Daniel," I say as sweetly, and as firmly, as I can. "Look at me, comeon, look at me."He is distracted by my voice. He gazes across my nearly naked body, myown made-up face, my breasts, my bra, my panties. He knows he is in bedwith an amazing girl."I... I'm so sorry Claire," he begins. He runs his fingers through myblack. A little older than us, which wasn't a difficulty (actually nothing was a difficulty, as long as the sex was good) and they were nice people. Bob, the husband, like me, as bi and his wife Angela was straight, so we were a good match. They both liked long slow foreplay, which suited us much better than joining people in a room, shooting all over the place as quick;y a possible and then leaving. After we had known them for a bit and met them two or three times, they had an idea for an afternoon. ”Less than a minute later, Marcia, one of my other bodyguards who often went with one of the women in my circle, appeared from inside the house. She wore a string bikini similar in coverage to Linda’s. Marcia was muscular from her tough workouts and the muscles and sinew showed, right down to the dimples in her glutes. I thought that was especially sexy. Marcia came and kissed me hello, pushing into my body in the nicest of ways. I loved having her as my bodyguard.Marcia had moved onto the.