They were standing diagonally from where i was sitting.They were again forced back, so now they were standing jus infront of me. Let me describe them ...oth they were dark brown in color, one was in mid 30′s and other was over 40, they had perfect figure that any one could die for. They were wearing sarees, though they were conservatively dressed i never could make out their intensions at first. So now back to the story, they were standing infront of me, as i was sitting on right side of the bus,. "I only take that first drag," he complained."It's still smoking," she pointed out."A pack a day is smoking," he argued."Come on, Bob. You're supposed to be helping me."There had been another reason for Bob's extended ritual involving his cigarette. He only carried the little bag of cut tobacco and papers when he was working with his horses. It was part of his "costume" as he thought of it. But the real use it had just served was to get him past her comment about "blowing it."Bob Tomlinson had. She just smiled and then kissed him full on the lips."Why do you want to know my name?" she asked. "We had great sex, that's what we both wanted, nothing more." I'd like to get to know you." Milena," she said finally. " My name is Milena. You're so cute and a great fuck."They both laughed."I have two more days before I go back to America, can I see you again?" he wondered."Yes, come to my husband's villa tomorrow. He will be out," Milena told him. She leaned forward. "We can fuck like. He looked down at her and couldn't help but notice her perfect breasts... "Those nice, c-cup breasts... Oh how he'd love to squeeze and fondle them... Sucking on her nice young nipples." Wait... what was he thinking? She's a student and he's a teacher. It's taboo, yet oh so exciting. The knowing it's wrong and yet the desire to do it. The desire growing and growing ever more. This young girl, willing to do anything to save herself, sitting in front of him. A temptress. A tease."Well... umm... I.