Bus left but no one went on that seat so i took out my laptop and office file and was doing my work, by then Vashi (new Mumbai) stop come i didn’t r...cognised that vashi has arrived, bus stopped for new passengers my eye went up to door some aged couple went in so again i started my work suddenly after couple of minutes one sweet voice come “excuse me, ye papers aapke hai? ye mera seat hai.” I was happy that god heard me and send angel for me. I said sorry to her and cleanup that seat. she took. But with my half smile, I could reward efforts striving towards me, as if to say you came close, you did well. I was the Mona Lisa, and they worshipped me, seeking my approval. My approval, given sparingly was the most powerful thing that I had. 3. IF IT'S NOT YOUR BODY, THEN WHOSE IS IT? When you tell a story, how do you do it? Do you think of a speech of strung together words that, when combined with a proper inflection or head nod, will convey the meaning that you want? Are you a written. I did it several more times before I pushed her on to the floor. “Do doggy darling. Fuck me like a dog” she squealed. Always the gentleman I did as she asked. She got on all fours and I mounted her. “Do your worst” she groaned. I grabbed her hips and fucked her furiously. She screamed and yelled as I did my best to fuck like a wild animal. I came with a yell that Ruth told me later sounded animalistic. Bronwyn thought so as well.Having gathered our thoughts Bronwyn said “let’s go and see what. The clock read 1:20 A.M.I had arranged for Abby to come to my motel the day before. I had gotten off at eleven from the Beaver's Lodge and Abby had been waiting when I got here. I had asked for three hours with her."We've got forty minutes," I told her and pulled her down to me. "We got plenty of time yet." I smiled and then kissed her.I did not feel guilty about having sex with this young girl. Darren would have felt guilty. After all, Abby was only a few months older than Darren's youngest.