‘I definitely like your long, sand-colored hair.’ ‘More than my breasts?’ Anya asked. Even though I could not see her smile, I could practica...ly hear the ends of her lips curling upward. ‘Perhaps,’ I admitted, slipping my hands down the front of my wife’s body, rhythmically squeezing her ample feminine swells through the flannel shirt. ‘Then again, perhaps now.’ Anya purred again, practically melting as I manipulated her chest. Briefly, her hands covered mine, causing me to squeeze a little. Pete waited in the usual place for Tanya to come and meet him, she was running late, her husband normally called before she came to their secret, sensual meetings. There she was walking up the road towards his car, she was wearing a thin summer dress and a smile. She got into the car and they immediately lay down out of sight of anyone who may know either or both of them. Soon they were out on the main road away from town heading to Petes house. Tanya came up close behind Pete, and hugged his. One fine day I woke up from sleep as usual and started to prepare for my college, suddenly I heard a door knock in the house where I was living as a paying guest. The old couple was sleeping so I went there to open the door. I saw a 25-26-year-old beautiful lady wearing a transparent saree with a “bindi” on her forehead and curly hair falling on her shoulders with breasts as if the blouse is going to tear open with those boobs. I could see her waist and the sweat on her waist and on her neck.. I docrazy mad drugs yo" he whispers into her ear. Stacy looks back in horrorat him "D-D-Drugs? But why....?" She whispers back into his ear, Mike nowfeeling really bad he told her he now "just cuz, lets end this subjecthere hey?" after 15 minutes of awkward silence, Stacy and Mike Exit thebus and go their separate ways.After work Mike heads back to the bus stop, he notices Stacy and a groupof her friends all chatting and laughing, Stacy wave's good bye and headsto the bus stop where Mike is.