Your comments and emails encourage me to write my sex escapades more diligently. This story is about the reader who got in touch after one of my stori...s was published. We continued to stay in touch over email and Hangouts.We decided to meet during my upcoming visit to Mumbai. For those who don’t know me. I am six feet, moderately built 34 years, north Indian married man living in Bangalore. Luckily, my work lets me travel a lot both in India and overseas.That’s where I get an opportunity to. Just to be on the safeside I jumped to a bigger nearby tree, only to find the branch I was aboutto grab was in even worse condition than the ones before.The branch disintegrated when I grabbed it and with a scream of fear Ifell down to the ground.As I plunged downwards, I saw to my horror that there was a bunch of smalltrees and other hard sharp plants waiting for me to crash into. Again Iscreamed and then it was like something clicked inside my head. I felt aheadache coming up, but not like I. I saw other women scattered among the press of bodies here and there throughout the bus. They did not appear to be getting molested. Was there a sign on my back? Or was it because my nipples were visible through my blouse and my miniskirt ended just below my ass?I stood still as the hand moved up my leg slowly. It moved slowly, but the man seemed to know I wouldn't resist. The movement of his hand was not in the least hesitant. When I had not turned to slap him at the very first touch he may. I, however, was growing very tired. She pulled away from me and spun around. She pinned me in the corner, planted one foot against the edge of the shower, she attacked my cock again with youthful glee. Her body rocked back and forth, bracing her hands on my shoulders for balance, and I could feel her body sucking against me with each withdrawal. Her pussy clung to my cock, and each movement was one of utter ecstasy. My legs nearly buckled beneath me as I released inside her womb, my seed.