It was a clear weekend in bangalore, I visited my usual pub to have my drink, my girl friend was out of town, it was a frustrating period to spend a w...ekend alone, I entered the pub, in the bar counter what I see shook my mind, sexy girls are not rare in bangalore, but the girl sitting there was pure magic, she was the sexy creation I have yet seen, she was in a red miniskirt, the way she was sitting her whole cleavage was visible, she seem not to mind.I sat next to her, ordering my drink,. ’ He looks me up and down, and then says, ‘Oh hi Sam, I’m headed that way myself, got a whole load of washing to do. Can I accompany you the rest of the way?’ I look up at his huge muscular form, I guess he’s about 44years old, but in great shape, and reply, ‘I would appreciate that Steve, Thank you.’ As we enter the washhouse, we find that it is totally empty. Looking around, there were three massive shower cubicles, which could each accommodate three adults. Each cubicle had a heavy door. As he did I could not help but admire the easy strength of his movements, suddenly knowing what few mothers will ever know: the ability to admire a strong, athletically-developed, powerful young man in both a motherly and a sexual way at the same time. I wanted desperately to be able to phrase that as being as a son and as a lover, but so far, nothing had happened to suggest things were moving that way and I was afraid to make any assumptions lest there be any chance they might be dashed.With. His fondling was like an electric current running through my body’ part of it was the anticipation of what was to come.He told me that the evening had been very nice then, he told me that he hated to ruin the enjoyment but I’d been a little ‘slutty’ in public. The way he put it was, ‘A little too slutty.’ He continued feeling me up, playing with the stockings and garters, I kept my legs spread. My one thigh was pressing on his erect cock. There was a little more small talk, more hugging and.