I had shaved my legs overthe years in fantasy play, even shaved my chest once. But since seeingMistress, only my genital area had been shaved. Which...now had been arequirement for several months. I mentioned the itch shaving my chesthad caused, Mistress instead if I kept it shaved it would not be aproblem. I mentioned it could be embarrassing to be shaved, She insteadit was winter, I did not have to be seen by anyone. Our discussion wenton for a while, we drank and soon it was more of a. Yeah it’s sometime embarrassing to have such a breast like chest. Ok let me describe my first story here. This happened when I was in 12th std holiday vacation. I was to travel to Bangalore for my vacation. I planned to travel by bus since it was overcrowded a got a seat at the last row of the bus. There were two other guys at early thirties present in the five seated row (other end two seats was occupied with some heavy luggage) journey started as the bus taking a steep turns the guy at my. Her ass was against my hardness, and I felt her go on autopilot, rubbing that delightful derriere against my cock with smooth, long, thrusts of her hips. As she continued to grind against me, getting snail tracks of my copiously-flowing pre-cum all over her lower back and the upper curve of her luscious buttocks, I pulled her away, a few feet further down the hall, where we could very quietly talk. “What are we gonna do now? We can’t very well just walk in and get our clothes with them in there. Shetraveled through the night hours wide awake.Phoebe could see her reflection like a ghost super-imposed over all thatlimitless darkness. She felt like a ghost, too, like something not quitereal, a figment of someone's imagination. But who's? She was a ghostfloating across the countryside to haunt a person who'd run as far awayfrom her as possible.What brought her back to earth was the growling in her belly. When wasthe last time she ate last? Pittsburgh? She didn't like to eat when.