I was like a kid in a candy store, as usual but I had to split my focus. On one hand there were plenty of vendors that I'd like to do business with. M... company sent me to several of these functions every year to drum up new business. There were several companies here that we already distributed products for and several more that we were considering. On the other hand I had a list of modifications I was considering for my own Mustang back home, and there were lots of things here that I wanted to. I live in Chennai. This happened when I was around 18 and my aunt was in her mid 30s, she lived in Bangalore and I in Chennai, every year during vacations we visit kerala, coz my grand parents used to live there, on special year when we went to native something happen so surprising that would remain in my mind forever, it was a usual night all of us had dinner and was going to sleep, in my native its a small house, 2 bedrooms and a small hall and a kitchen, and once we reached native the house. It turned out that Wendy had been suffering from an itchy anus for quite some time. She told me that at first she actually quite enjoyed the itch - or rather she enjoyed scratching and rubbing her arsehole to gain relief as it felt pleasurable. I've always been turned on by the thought of anal sex and I found it so exciting to hear Wendy describing how much pleasure she got from touching her own arsehole. I did volunteer to do this for her but we were quite some distance apart and it wasn't. I said hi back to Claire as Mr. Jameson told us all to be quiet and started the lesson. We were doing algebra which was rather simple to me, (Not being bigheaded but I am rather smart) so I tuned out for most of the lesson.After we had finished I went through the day with almost no events happening other than being extremely bored and witnessing a small fight in the corridor outside the lunch hall. After the day was done I got on my bus to go home and sat next to my friend Bobby who wasn’t in.