He persuaded me to answer. Then I asked him how was mine? He said he dint see anything. He asked me how it will be. I felt shy. I told him that there ...ill be a hole from which piss comes. He asked where it will be & touched me in my crouch & asked whether it is here. I was shocked but I didn’t take his hands off. He touched still down & asked the same question. I pushed his hand away.He became excited & me too. He asked me to show him. I dint react. He slowly lifted my skirt. I didn’t know what. He cocked his head on one side and smiled engagingly. "How may I help you, madam?" Err...("Quick Celia, make something up!" my brain screamed)... I was looking for pitted olives. Would you happen to know which aisle they're on?"He frowned. Such a gorgeous frown! I wanted to take his face between my hands and smother him with motherly kisses."Pitted, you say?" Yes." I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that term, madam." "Oh Christ, I want you to call me 'madam' all night long!" Stoned - if you'll. To me ab jada bor na karte hue story par ata hu. Last month me aur aunty puna gaye the unko hospital me chekup karwana tha. Me bhi unke saath gaya tha. To hum railway station par late gaye aur humari train miss ho gayi to aunty ne kaha mujhe ki hum bus se chalte hai. Bus stop railway station bas thoda hi dur hai. To me aur aunty bus ke liye chal pade. Dopehar ka 1 baj raha tha. Hum ko bus to mili par bus me bhid jada thi. Aunty ko ek seat mili to wo waha par beth gayi. Me unke sath khada tha.. As if in slow motion her hand came up behind my head and pulled my lips to hers. Our mouths opened and tongues met, my arms went out to pull her close and I felt her warmth press against me, her scent was pure delight. My hand moved down her back and i felt her smooth body. The softness of her round bottom as our tongues darted in and out each other’s mouths. Her hand moved across my hairs and pressed against my vibrating lips. As I moved my hand around to the front of her jeans she quickly.