She said her name was Anjana (name changed). I asked what she was studying, where she stayed, where’s her home in Thrissur, about her family, stuff ...ike that. We chatted about casual stuff for some minutes. She was very friendly and talkative. I started liking her more and more.Then it began to rain heavily and we had to close the windows. It was dark inside and the bus started to become more and more crowded. Then she started leaning forward and rested her head on the front seat. I asked her. I hot-footed it back to the screen, nearly tripping overmyself in my skyscraper heels, only to find that the download was stillreading at '1 hour until download complete'.I had taken work off tomorrow as over the last week I was finding itincreasingly difficult to concentrate on anything at all. My boss, aperky middle-aged sweetheart named Julia, had told me to sort my head outso that I could keep my mind on the job. She even joked that I shouldjust forgive whatever stupid boy had annoyed me. I. This strikes her as odd too this morning. Usually she has the faintest hint of stubble and she has to throw the razor on it, but this morning it is so smooth it is like she waxed or hasn’t even hit puberty. It feels so good beneath her fingers that when she drops the toilet paper into the toilet her fingers go right back to her pussy.She rubs her fingers up and down through her slit. Something has taken over—a need to bring pleasure to herself. She slides her fingers up and down, back and. My legs circle around you and you move from my breasts and plant kisses on my stomach.You lean back and admire the view of me, legs spread around you, skirt uplifted and no panties. My womanly folds are slick and wet for you. You lean down and lick the entire length of my inner thigh. And then you dive your tongue into me. I scream your name and pull your hair. Your tongue flicks my clitoris and nibbles like you are eating divine fruit. My pelvis thrusts onto your face. While your tongue tastes.