Omelets, sausage and buttered toast, never mind the khaki shorts, loud Hawaiian shirts, or socks and sandals. It was spring so they must be full time ...esidents but, summerfolk just the same.It takes a long time and a few winters to become 'local'. Some folks never get there.To a man, the locals were dressed in khaki pants, with pressed creases so sharp you could cut slices in the newspapers they were all reading. Starched button-down off white shirts with breast pocket protectors filled with. As Bob carried her back out of the paddock to a picnic bench to lay her on, Anita felt a wave of security wash over her. Being carried in his powerful arms, breathing in Bob’s familiar aftershave, she felt safe. She had never experienced this in her lifetime.Before she knew it she asked, “Bob, can I come home with you and Sue?”“Oh you silly thing, we’ll go back to the apartment later, but let’s have a look at that ankle first and then dinner back at that pub.”Bob hadn’t realised the enormity of. Anyways I am now 25 years old and I live in Mumbai from past 15 years. I am short in height with a dark skin tone and some extra fat. My boobs are 38 D (You can’t hold my single boob with one hand). I have a big ass which gets touched by many men every time I travel in a bus or train (I love the male compartment for this reason).This incident took place when I was 18 years old. I was in a ST Bus which I had taken to go to Borivali. I wanted to take a window seat and the only window seat. Wo yeh sontey hi tayar ho gayi aur wo mere kamre main chali gayi main kuch der main gaya mainey sari light band kar di thi.main kamreyMain gaya aur dekha sapna soo rahi hai aur uska night suit ka ek button khula hai main bhi dhere se jake uskey bagal main so gaya aur thodi der main hi usney apni ek taang mere uper rakh di main samaj gaya ki wo natak kar rahi hai maine bhi uski tang ko uper se masalna start kar diya aur uske lower ko uper sarkane laga uski jang ek dum soft thi .maine dere se.