Rather than shipping to Mysore/Bangalore, better to sell that off….You know how the college students keep the bikes :)Bus stop———Every day at ...he bus stop, there was this female; who i was thinking may be of my age or +2/3 more. I never showed any interest in her for few reasons:– I noticed the black chain around her neck, thought she is married (not my cup of tea)– Also she was short 5+ ft and i was 6ft. (watching those college days porn movies, all my fantasies were around tall white girls).–. ” They stared at me. Realising they had got the better of me. I lifted my hands up to my head. I stood there, waiting. “Good boy,” Caroline said. “Good boy. At last.” There was something very embarrassing about those words being spoken by a 23-year-old girl you fancy. She sat down on the chair and lent forward again. She undid my belt, looking straight at me. She was smiling. Then she started to undo my trousers undoing the top button, and started to pull down the zip. Caroline looked up at me. Preferably one where he agreed to be completely immobilised for as long as it took her to climb aboard, ride herself to orgasm and get the hell back to Ireland in one piece and hide. Although the reasoning was perfect and she’d get to have a taste without getting too singed in the process, she doubted that he’d be a placid sacrificial lamb on the altar of her bizarre fascination of him. Irrationally she heard her mother’s voice in her head, admonishing her with one of her pearls of wisdom as. “Do I have to have sex with her too, Daddy? That just sounds a little too ‘icky.’”Dottie quickly answered her. “Honey, if you’ve never had your pussy licked, you will like it. Jane here is real good at it.” Jane smiled, embarrassed. “Your father and I really want you to have sex with Jane, especially before you have a date. You don’t have to, of course, but boys and girls can do stupid things and get into trouble when they start thinking with their cocks and pussies, instead of with their.