As usual her make up was immaculate and she wore the red lipstick he loved.When they got on they sat together and chatted generally. He loved the smel... of her perfume. She called him Robert and he said she could call him Rob. She said she was quite happy using his correct name.As the bus emptied out she said, 'Robert can I ask why you look at my mouth and not my eyes when I talk to you'.Rob felt himself blushing and getting embarrassed and said, 'sorry I know I really shouldn't'.'Its not an. .mai bhishhhh.uuuuukar raha tha, boli kya shandar choclate stick hai! Ab usne lund muhse nikalkar bur ke pas hath se rakha aur mai samajh gaya, bolijaldi karo, lund bur par pherte pherte phisal kar mom ke haseennazuk boor mein ek dhakke ke saath ghachhhh…..se andar chalagaya…… ooouuuuiiiii…..naughty boy……mar diya retune…..mom chillayi..aur tej. mai bhi tezi se apna lund mom kebur mein ander bahar karne laga, Aaaaahhhhhh. .yyyyeeesssss…oooooohhhhhh…ggggoooooddddd ... Next morning, Pooja woke up a little late. Ranjit got up early and madesome tea for both. He woke Pooja up. Pooja woke up smiling andsaid:"Thanks meri chamakchallo (my beautiful)". Ranjit ignored it andcarried on.Little later Pooja came towards him with a night gown. "I want to checkif this gown fits you. Can you wear this for me?"asked Pooja. "No way,"hollered Ranjit. "You never for a moment hesitated wearing this whileacting, why not now?" said Pooja in response and showed some mock. That would escalate on her next dare turn, perhaps the following week, to spreading and flashing a male teacher when she was so garbed (or lacking garb.)Always concerned that the dare game not be halted by physical violence or authoritarian clamp-down, she and her fellow dare-devils allowed the dare-doer some leeway; for instance, a flash would be for just a second or two. Riskier dares would have an escape clause aspect, such as a plausible explanation at the ready to excuse whatever.