True Story.) In ninja mode, of course. Can't be too dog like. So anyway I'm just chilling back there and she just walks up to me. "Almost done? It's 2...30. I don't want to be here all night!" She smiles as she's talking. I am not. "Oh, its 2:30? I had no fucking idea. I thought it was 1:15. Sides, its not like you got a hot date waiting in your bed. It's Two fucking Thirty. What are you going to do after this besides sleep?" What does it matter to you? You aren't doing anything either! it's. But I know this is just not the end, I followed her, surprised her by a hug from the back and started to kiss over her neck while I was running my hands over her soft tummy and gave a soft press there she let a soft moan which turned me on, kisses turned into licks and was passionate enough to just lick her neck and gave her a soft bite while I was holding her hip. In no time I moved to her ear lobes yes! There was let a soft moan again, started to nibble her ear lobes I moved my hands to her. Has those perfectly round breasts dat a guy wud fantasize about. Has a round small back dat sways wen she walks. Fashionable and fab. We quickly mingled with each other and became best of frnds. We used to spend time every evening over tea. Whenever she wore those short dresses she looked like a doll. Whenever I wore a saree I caught her eyes on me staring at my waist and belly and wen she noticed I caught her she complimented I have a good figure and I look sexy in saree. I felt really good. There was a stretch back in the late 1970s when we lived in Ponders End a part of zen field in North London in a spooky old house and I was fortunate enough to be assigned to a recycling plant a fifteen minute walk away in Brimsdown not far from the old Enfield Rifle and Munitions factory that once flourished there. I workedvdaynshifts there, but occasionally when they couldn,t get weekend part time guards to cover I volunteered to do either a Saturday or Sunday and now and then a night shift..