I was once returning from Mumbai to Nashik by bus. It was afternoon time. I boarded the bus and occupied back seat, though the bus was half empty. As ...he bus reached next stop at Thane, some 2/3 passengers came in. One middle aged lady came and sat next to me. I just glanced here. She might be around 40 years old, a typical maharastrian house wife. She was little fair, somewhat plump figure size, long hairs up to back wearing a saree. I was listening my music through earphones and just surfing. Would you care to help me?"Mistress Satin spared a gaze, fleeting, at him. "Cruel tobe kind? Or kind to be cruel?"Mandy laughed, and sliding over to Mistress Satin saidwhisperingly, but he heard it just the same, "How aboutboth? I can make her be anything." Oh, Mandy, you're so so so naughty." They kissed, deeply,while he sat there watching.Naughty? What was this? Where was love?Then he thought, there is love, before my eyes. Where isBunny?Now they both walked over and picked him up and pulled. " Oh, okay... 'I am Woman, hear me roar..." Beast!" I squealed, punching his arm. "It's NOT that." Then what is it?" Several things, guy. I want to prove that I can be a functional member of society." I've heard you play. You contribute more to society with one concerto than some lower-tier functionary does with a decade of checking 'Form B' in some admin office." But flute-players don't make enough to keep a house." I can provide that function, sweetie," he said. I know he means it. He's. She brought one finger to her subtle sunken navel, and I watched as her other hand very gradually proceeded to her pubic mound, building up her anticipation, and rested there. She seemed to be savoring the softness of her curly brownish-red patch, and she was still lightly massaging her erect nipple with her other hand. 'Damn, she's hot,' I thought. I saw her legs part a bit wider, and it seemed to me that the glistening wet spot between her legs had increased. I noiselessly unfastened the.