It was fairly crowded on that particular day. Mistress wanted it to be crowded, that is why she told me to be there at such a peak time in the morning... I walked over there and stood right next to a gorgeous young woman. We smiled at each other and waited for the next bus. Since I was not there for the bus, I got to my business immediately. I pushed my inside in order to release my piss while I stood at a public place, at eight-thirty on a Monday morning. Interestingly, I hadn't peed since I. Itw as over a chunni/duppata which was thin and nice covering a little bit of her stomach between her ghaghra and choli. As my hand went over her stomach, only the tips of my fingers touched her bare skin. I let it rest there. My other hand I put over Pushpa’ s seat at the back, casually dangling my hand on her shoulder. She moved in closer and I told her to relax- in Bengali- its a long ride. She relaxed. My thighs were mashed against Rasika who was wearing a saree with the pallu covering her. We agreed to let them crash at our house so they would not have a chance to get in trouble driving right before they had to leave.Pete was talking about his job in the military and his love of cars. I took Pete into the garage to look at my newest tools, Larry stayed behind with my wife. When we returned my wife was on Larry's lap. His hands were on her thighs. He acted as though he had been caught stealing, quickly withdrawing his hands. I pretended not to notice. After a while my wife got up. They would at once make life both much simpler and much harder.This was what she loved about him most. It was the extreme structure, yet at the same time the tremendous love and devotion that he showed her.Even more than that, he was both fair and strict. Unlike her parents, her friends, and her teachers that would always let her slide for any mistakes she made, he would catch her slightest errors and would punish her. However, she always knew what she was being punished for and she always.