Eighteen-year-old Karen picked up her duffel bag and shuffled down the highway. Out of one eye she followed the squad car’s progress as it pulled aw...y. The officer hadn’t questioned her on the fake birth certificate she’d produced for identification. It seemed that the local highway patrol men were used to unkempt transients hiking through and were only interested in putting a name to whomever they might have to scrape off the pavement. The adrenaline left from the encounter had momentarily. An amazing difference. Soon we were kissing each other passionately. I loved the feeling of her small body against mine. She then put one of her hands in my pants and began very lightly rubbing my wet pussy. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before, bliss. Her hands were tiny and soft, they felt so nice inside of me. She started off slow, and progressed in speed over time. I felt myself beginning to orgasm. I grabbed her nice round perky tits and fondled them while her fingers moved. 1. I was born a few months before India became independent.2. My parents are no longer alive. They met their doom on 15 March 1954 in a car accident in Mumbai (then Bombay)3. Father was a big businessman and has left property worth lakhs in my name4. I was taken care by my uncle who resided in London. I was in London from 1955 to 1963, when I was 18 years old and came back to India. All my schooling was in London itself.5. I passed out my college in the year 19656. Passed IAS in the year 1967. I thought the easiest way for me was to use my security uniform with a few embellishments and I could go as a forced chaplain. Sarah had kept her costume a secret from me telling me zi,d find out on the night. A good friend who,d procured the job for Sarah at the school Brenda and her hubby Jon had gone as far as hiring costume from a fancy dress shop. I arranged a weekend off as the dance took place on a Friday and was looking forward to it as my wife had just finished a heavy period and.