I am 6 feet, fair, good looking guy of 32 years. Am working and staying alone in Delhi.Anyone interested do reach me on Please leave your comments on ...he same email id Coming to story:I received few mails from readers of ISS. And from one of the reader by name priya (sorry can’t disclose the name and place for security and privacy and personal reasons, Priya is the only name you find in my every story as I don’t like to use another names).Priya emailed me. She liked my story in ISS and she is. 30 AM in the night. what a scene myself in underwear driving on a highway and she was in the backseat and I told her to dress up soon.She dressed up and was giving me my clothes but I could not take it as that car was behind us. I must say that I changed the gear and drove faster than them and were ahead of them. the way I drove the car was as though someone has planted booster at the back of the car.It was a chase exactly like a moving scene with my underwear only and in 30 min I just drove. Saw my glow of facial pleasure. Knew what I had been doing. Knew what I had seen. And was seeing.The cocky doctor kept pumping the blonde’s exposed pussy with male pleasure. Takes a lot to stop a cock once it has pussy or arse. He was caught out but was obviously male delirious with pecker happiness yet still insisted I come in. The receptionist didn’t seem to care what I did; she was enjoying her pussy approaching the peak of her own orgasm. Nothing was stopping her pleasure. I doubt the. On top of the pile was a white cotton vest top with a motif of a puppydog on it. I can live with a vest I thought to myself as I unbuttonedand removed my shirt. I then pulled the vest top over my head andglanced in the mirror, "not too bad" I thought, "as long as I can ignorethe motif in the dark." I chuckled to myself, half incredulous that Iwas actually doing this. The pyjama bottoms came next, they were babyblue and made of satin. "They are still trousers," I said to myself,"just trousers.".