“I love you too. And what you do to me!” I said, “You make me feel so good.” “Take off your shorts, I want to see your wet pussy.” “Yea..., I’d like that,” she said, grinning. She looked around at the deserted tree-lined road, giggled, and pulled her shorts off. She left them on the floor and turned in her seat leaning her back against the car door. She spread her legs as wide as she could, presenting her open, wet pussy. She was so wet, her hair glistened with her juices. I could feel myself. But after a few weeks, I felt it was safe enough and again, after a few beers I was waiting at the same bus stop at about the same time and I saw her again - the same woman, the same bus stop. It wasn't really intentional on my part, but I wondered whether I had sub-consciously planned it. Once again, I was there initially alone and she arrived as I was sitting there, waiting. She recognised me, I know she did - she smiled kind of shyly and sat down opposite me. I smiled friendly like and said. ”“AI, please use first names only except where they might cause confusion,” Almatters requested in exasperation.The AI seemed to pause for a moment. “I was attempting to avoid confusion by using the full names of those individuals. The human race is using a wildly inefficient and disastrous naming scheme. It is impossible to designate a one-to-one relationship between any given name and any given person. Further...”“Please, just use the first name in this instance,” Almatters interrupted with a. Tee amhala mhanali, ‘Majhya rajano, bagha ata tumhala pahije te’. Amhi pudhe sarsavlo. Mavshine aple haat aplya mandhya khaloon pudhe anle ani aplya gupta bhagavarchya paklya bajoola kelya. Amhala tichya gupta bhagatla gulabi ranga disoo lagla. Amhi jibhlya chatayla laglo. Sandeep ne mavshila vicharle, ‘Aai tula ithe kes kase nahit? Amhala tar ahet!’ Mavshi mhanali, ‘Sandeep, me agdi velchya veli he kes kadhoon takte mhanje swachcha vatte. Ani sagle baghta pan yet nahi ka?’Mag mavshi mhanali,.