I was very interested in military history and a friend of mine told me his granddad had lots of old history magazines and artefacts like medals, badge... and that sort of thing. He said he would be happy to show me them. He lived quite close to me, a couple of bus stops, and one Saturday morning I went round. He was a really friendly guy, about 62 or 63, five foot ten, stocky build and balding with mostly grey hair. He was a widower and lived alone and his house reminded me of my own. She ran her hand over the bulge, which was pretty fucking enormous at this point, and said ‘My God’ or something, ‘you must be excited. Have you ever had a woman before?’ I shook my head. ‘Well, don’t worry, I’m a great teacher.’ She wasn’t bloody joking. She pulled my jeans down and off, and felt my cock through my underpants which were straining to contain it. She stood up, kissed me and stuck her tongue deep into my mouth. She hugged me hard against her tits. She was strong.”I could. I ignored her and stood one seat in front of her. At the last stop in the City more people got in and I was pushed further inside. Now I was standing next to that lady and next to her was a kid of around five years and next to him was an old man. My hip here was thrusting into her due to the movement of the bus. She gave me a plain stare; I looked around as if to complain, I was helpless.Now something caught my attention it was her boobs they were huge. She was wearing a sari. And I could see. It's your last year! You'd lost interest in getting stoned or screwing around too much with girls. You're actually terrified- you have to figure out some kind of career here in about two years. That's not a lot of time. Worse, it'll cost you and your parents money.You'd done your best though... there's a college one state over that has a sociology scholarship for you, not that you care for the subject. You'll just milk it however you can while you figure something out... the only problem is,.