I use to travel in bus to my college. one day when i was coming back from my college I saw this lady in the bus, it was a moderately crowded bus and I...got in and stood at a place such that I can keep a check on her figure. In about fifteen mins the bus came to halt as it broke down and all of us had to get down and wait for the next bus.The next bus came after 10 mins and it was jam packed already and i decided to take the bus only if she boards it and in my mind i thought she may not take this. Gyr baki the isliye akela gao aaya or Divya k ghar hi kahana khata tha or kabhi to so bhi jata to hamari baat chit badne lagi or fir usne ek din mujhe 10yr pahle wali baat yaad dilai to mane kaha galti to tumhari h tum ho hi itni sundar uske aalawa mane kabhi kisi ladki k baare m assa nahi socha tha pr y usko kon samjhaye ir ase hi meri activity se wo samjh to gaye ki i love her par jahir nahi karti or fir kuch waqt baat uski mama ki shadi m wo mere piche pad gayi ki kya baat ha kyuki mane use. Just as I was cumming my wife and three of her friends came through the front door.They all gasped and my wife recovered quickly and called me a string of curses and started laughing at my cum covered face. Her friends also started laughing and started calling me gay boy and cum guzzler. I was embarrassed and my wife noticed that. She grabbed the video camera and told me to clean myself up. I started to grab a towel and she said "No, I want to see you eat all the cum on your face". I did as I. I opened one of the hidden drawers to put my photos in and saw his car keys. That gave me an idea.I dressed and took Maizie out. One thing Dag taught me about field work was never to leave anything behind that I couldn’t do without. I loaded my pockets with cash, slung my computer bag over my shoulder, and made sure I had all my ID. I packed one compact suitcase with wigs, makeup, and essential items of clothing. Everything else that might be evidence regarding who I was or that I was in.