After completing a journey of an hour, almost everyone in the bus was drowsy & fallen asleep. The driver of the bus switched off the lights & it was l...ke pitch black inside the bus. Even i started to feel tired after some 15 minutes when suddenly a hand started caressing my left buttock! I was in the impression that someone was trying to steal my Wallet so i moved a bit ahead & kept the wallet in my bag. After some time again a hand started my buttock. I turned back & saw that the aunty was. Main neend me tha par aunty nahi. unhone siote sote mera lund khada kiya or mere upar aakar uchalne lagi, unke bahut sex bhook thi. meri aankhe khuli or maine unke mumme apne hatho me liye or dabane laga, poore kamre me aab pach pach ki aawaje aa rahi thi. or iss baar phir se aunty paihle jhad gayi.Miane tab unhe bathroom me jaane ko bola or hum bath room me gaye maine unhe bath tub me letne ki bola or phir unke upar aa gayaunko choot ko sungha badi madak khushbu aa rahi thi. Phir chatna shuru. I slipped out of my shirt as we went, letting it drop to the floor. She seemed to lose ten years as she did so, tossing a huge, excited smile over her shoulder at me. She slung me forward as we charged through her door, closing it as we did. I flew onto her bed and barely had time to turn and face her before she was on me, all grabbing hands and soft lips. “Oh Tom you have no idea how much I missed you.” She gasped as I lay back with her on top of me. I looked at her with a wry. No amount of sweet talking, under the counter payments, or coercion of any kind ... even my fellow bandmates ... would convince me to sign. And I had sole ownership to my songs. Bobby and Tommy signed up with I don’t know how many agents and record companies ... but without me ... null and void.I had too much to do and places to go.Stations playing bootleg recordings over the air were swiftly sued and copies destroyed. Fakes played and recorded were shut down by the FCC. Somehow, I always knew.