We use to meet in a park near to Indira nagar in Bangalore. In park I use to kiss her, press her juice boobs. She use to hold my dick very tightly. Bu... in park we never get a chance to go ahead After few days My birthday was coming, so I planned to fuck her.Before few days of Birthday, I asked her whether she can come with me to Mysore to celebrate my birthday. To this she agreed happily. Then I booked two ticket to Bangalore to Mysore in KSRTC Volvo Buses. I deliberately booked last row. Both girls knew that their relationship was blossoming, with Melissa taking on the maternal disciplinary role and Emma the often naughty daughter role who knew she needed to be disciplined, and that it was only a matter of time before they made out togetherAs the days and weeks went by Melissa and Emma became closer and closer as they went around together. Melissa had smacked Emma’s legs ten times and had put her across her lap for a bare bottom spanking five times. Even so, Emma loved to be. Why not, I was looking for someone. Someone I’d have sex with or someone I’d have a relationship with. So I copied his e-mail address, and re-logged in to my mail service. He was worth it. I never lose a guy’s e-mail address. NEVER. I pasted it into the to line and sent him an e-mail letting him know who it was. We e-mailed back and forth. He had politely asked me if he could ask me a question. I told him that I’m an open book, so he could ask whatever he wanted. The next e-mail I got said. He kissed me back, and then kissed myneck, almost making my knees buckle, as for some reason when he kissedmy neck it drove me mad with lust, and he knew it. He then cupped mybreasts through my dress and I pulled my body into his, loving how hemade me feel physically yet hating how I felt mentally. I took his handand let him to the kitchen where we ate the dinner I prepared and madesmall talk about our days, I talked about my time at the salon, butleft out the meeting with his real wife, while.