Aur ek aur bat thi khushi ki bcoz wo hamesha mujhe hawas ki najron se dekhti thi.Toh bs m v moke ki talash m rehta that ki kab wo pehle bole. Toh meko...lga ki aaj ho skta h kuch, jaise hi 1 bja m phonch gya aunty k pass oops srry m aunty k bare m btata hun wo 35 years ki hongi 38-34-38 fig hogi gauri modern aunty h unka koi baby ni h aur husband sath rehti h, so m pohonch gya aunty ne gate khola toh boli abhi toh ban ra h lunch jaldi aa gye I said aunty m miss hi itna ker ra tha apko toh aunty. I'd let them think whatever they wished.I heard a low whistle from the peanut gallery, and a "Jesus, eleven years old," followed after a few seconds by the same voice muttering "this is going to be great." Yes, business was good.As Black Guy pumped away, now concentrating far too intently upon the young mouth working over his spit-slick prong to engage in further discourse, another voice piped up. It was one of the two college-aged kids who had been eating together back at the café, and who. Directly in front of me was a young man of about eighteen. He had struck up a conversationwith a very pretty girl in a seat to his right and was loooking down at her talking excitedly when the bus suddenly jerked to a stop, knocking him into me.I was immedialetely concious of the large bulge in his tight jeans as it pressed against my lower stomach. The bus started up again, but instead of returning to his original position,the youth continued to lean into me. The feel of his if his cock. Got it!”“Got it? What guy?” said Ben Holder.I stared as at a ghost, and uninvited ghost. She was two feet away when the waitress started to show us to our table.“Hello, Sam,” she said. I didn’t respond. I had already begun to wheel my way out of the place. But then Rina cut in on the action.“Sam? Where are you going? Wait! Stop!” said Rina, taking a seat at the table: the table next to my ex-girlfriend and her significant other.I stopped, reluctantly. I turned toward Rina. I was trapped.Lana.