Yeshwanthpur – Shivajinagar residency road bus commute—————————————————————————————My offi...e was on the residency road. There was no direct bus from Yeshwantpur to residency road those days. I had to take this bus-no: 94 to Shivajinagar and then change to another bus to residency road (it was called ‘rose garden’ bus).I love to commute by bike, but i had sold my Bajaj caliber before leaving Mangalore, as it was in bad condition. Rather than shipping to Mysore/Bangalore, better to sell that. At times, he would apply sun tanning oil which only made him even manlier; even sexier in her eyes. She could actually sit there and watch him forever if she had the chance, but it did not matter how long it actually took him to clean the pool. Even though she loved watching him the whole time, it was what he did after having cleaned it that she enjoyed watching more. And just like clockwork, he did it again. She knew it was wrong to be watching her twenty-five year old brother in the way she. Blindly making my way back to the Avenue..Saturday night, a busy night. We line cooks making plate after plate, trying to be on time for our patrons, making sure each dish is the way the chef and expediter wants it. Steam causing my face to sweat, an unruly lock of hair falls from under my cap. Steak frites. That was the dish in front of me. Wiped the edge of the plate, gave it tot he server, expediter checked it and out it went.A moment later, the server comes back and says to me, very nervous. Ann did not wear panty hose and since we started playing sexually almost every day she would often not wear panties at all or when she did they where just tiny thongs that the crouch could be pulled aside for easy entrance to her cunt and asshole. Well like I said the Ben-Wa balls where heavy and just a bit smaller than ping pong balls, I just knew that Ann's pussy was not tight enough to hold them in for very long and that they would fall out from time to time. And that's what happened.