Living life like a bum, practically, while working my butt off, but never in one place. Meeting up with Rachel and living the high life of $500 meals,...insanely expensive wine and liquor. I came to enjoy that life. A life outside of Junior’s comprehension. He was nothing like me.I was like Michael from Heinlein’s “Stranger in a Strange Land”. I was 90 degrees from everything else. I got along with people who were also 90 degrees from everything else. I might as well be a Martian for as well as I. I'm sure I could feel heat emanating from her pussy through her shorts. Her hands were all over me and her moans of pleasure were making me want to taste every charm this gorgeous girl had to offer. I sat up and looking her in the face I untied the laces of her shorts before sliding them down her legs. She was wearing a tiny white thong and I could clearly see the outline of a perfect bald pussy underneath. "Oh my God, you are beautiful Sandra" was all I could say. I stood up and took my track. Pata chala ki woh ek widhwa hai uski umer 42 hai aur ussey 2 bache hai ek kafka aur ek ladki. Uska naam pooja sharma (change name)Woh ek school mein accounts ka kaam karti hai aur uskey ghar mein uskey budhey maa baap ….Dhire dhire hum dono ek dusrey or trust karney lagey. Akhir ek din meiney himmat karkey ussey phone pe sex life ke barry mein puch liya toh usney bina sharmaye bata diya ki uska mann karta hai per woh kisi pe itna trust nahin karti aur na he kisi ko ache se jaanti hai..Toh. It took me just five minutes to wrap the net saree I bought from the tribal village. Sleeveless jacket with a deep neck amidst the chilly weather. My hips were exposed. The makeup remained from my day at work and I let my hair loose.I wandered off to the atrium for the carols. All went well.It was then I felt those eyes over me. Standing tall, older for my age, lay Pete. I wouldn’t say I liked him. I felt so uneasy. I could sense his attention on me and try to grab a picture of me. I moved.