She held her own hair and spoke softly.Kaamna: oh dear, what was I missing! Fuck me, Chandu, I want to taste real cock.I circled her tits with the tip...of my meaty cock and rubbed it into her sexy hair. Then I let her suck it for a brief minute before she looked up at me greedily. She crooned in her sexiest voice:Kaamna: Slap me like a bitch, tell me I’m a little whoreI smiled because she wanted everything a man could offer in bed. I followed her command and bitch-slapped her mouth softly, on. .."Bingo."I don't know, July. You are clever and talented - something certainly disturbs you in your life. I know your duties, I am sure, you can cope without any problem. And... I know, that you are beautiful young woman, I think, you have some needs..."She was blushing. She tried to avoid my eyes. I took her hand. I knew - this is the moment. I was crossing the line. She gave me her hand. I took her hand in my two hands and started to caress hers very gently. She closed her eyes. Her other. Since there were very few passengers and no ladies in the bus, I had taken off my underwear so when he kept his hand, he could feel my cock which was slightly hardening.Then he took his hand away and touched my chest which was open as I had opened my shirt. As I am chubby, my nipples are big, brown and soft. He lightly squeezed my nipple. I pretended to be sleeping the whole time because I was enjoying this and I thought he would stop if I woke up. He then picked my hand up slowly and I had. I don’t think Susan’s statement about sexual harassment was a random one. I think she might be planning to make a false accusation against me. And I’m not the kind of man who takes these things lying down. No sir. I believe in preemptive strikes. The best defense is a good offense. I finished editing my works. The end result was a 285-page anthology of erotic fiction. The subject matter ranged from erotic adventures of college studs and the women in their lives to bisexual college football.