BY: A. W. ChohanBin bulaaye mehmaan, wabaal e jaan hotay hein, yeh sabhi jaantay maantay hein magar hamaray culture mein in se jaan bachaana bhi mumki... nahi. Nah koi ittlah, nah kisi ke aaram ki fikar, mounh utha kar aa jaatay hein pareshan kernay. Lekin kabhi kabhi muaamla ult bhi ho jata hai yaani a pleasant surprise in disguise. Bilkul aisa muaamla hamaray saath bhi huwa jub hamari khala aur khalu hamaray ghar aan dhamkay. Meray bus mein hota toh mein ounko sunaata magar aisa mumkin nhi tha.. We were feeding off of one another. I didn’t have to tell him anything as he stroked my dick. As if we were old jerk off buddies, I would follow his lead and he would follow mine. I started to get a bit weak in the knees so put my free hand on his shoulder and he did the same. It was only a few seconds before I rested my head on his shoulder and again he duplicated my move. A shiver ran though my spine and I straighten up and discovered a picnic table a few feet away. I suggested that we move. The shop assistant, a dark haired woman, then showed her to the changing rooms.She entered the cubicle and undressed. This immediately started my heart racing, I had never felt like this before looking at another woman naked. Sure I had fantasized about other women before, I think all women do, but I had never felt like this before. She tried on a couple of the outfits, but couldn't make her mind up so asked the assistant for some advice. The assistant walked in and found her wearing a matching. “Thanks for coming in, anyway, girls. It was kind of you to do so.”Almost as soon as they had left, Jessica was back to his bedside, with breaking news.“Reg, the hospital wants to transfer you to the hospital nearest your home, for continuing treatment. It gets you out of their hair, passes the buck, and frees up the bed for other patients. That’s not the way they put it to me, but that’s what they meant!Oh, and the admin people I spoke to called me Mrs Robertson, which cheered me up no end, I.