She was working with the stain and a rag, and both her hands were all brown and oily with the stain. She had on a dress that day, an old thin thing th...t it didn’t matter if it got all dirty.She said, “Bobby, I’ve got an itch in the middle of my back. Can you scratch it for me?”So I put my fingers in her back and started scratching and she’s ooing and ahing and moving around like a hula dancer or something while she says, “higher” or “more to the right”. I realized she didn’t have on a bra,. When I told this to her she laughed & we exchanged our number. Then we went glimpse & saw rockstar & came back home safely.We started chatting on phone instead of facebook now. One day she asked me which type of girl you want as a girlfriend to which I replied like you rimy .she laughed & are you serious. Guys I don’t know what happened to me that time & I told her that I love her. To my surprise she got angry & blocked me from face book & also black listed my number. I sent her many massages. By corner of eyes I saw her face. She was still sleeping with dreams in her eyes. Perhaps she did not know that my hand is resting on her thighs. As I have no other place to keep my hand so let it rested on her open thighs.The bus ride was still little ruff due to that hands were automatically giving little and soft rub on her thighs and because of this her sari came up more and I could feel her most of thighs was open now. It was very silky feeling on my fingers. I was feeling my fingers. Are we going to play word games all night or do you want to have a more sensible talk?" OK, you can talk but first damn it you need to tell me who the hell you are." I said.I got the tinkling laugh again and a slight blush. "Oh, my God. You really don't remember me? I should kick you in the shins for that."I said, "Look, I'm sorry. I know you look damn familiar but I sure can't place you. I would bet you're from far in my past but I just ... look damn it, just tell me who you are and what you.