She walked slowly towards me, smiling, dragging her saree. She crawled onto me.I reached out to her boobs and placed my hands on her blouse. I squeeze... them gently. She sat in such a way that her pussy is directly above my dick. She held my hand on her boob and kissed my palm.And then she placed it again on her boob and made me press it. She bent her head back and I could see her seductive neck calling onto me. I squeezed those boobs harder.She raised a bit and started to pull her saree up. She. The bus was almost empty and it got crowded as and when it moved and at Hebbal the heroine of story came in and sat next to my front seat on aisle.Next to her was some guy who was too talkative whose friend was sitting next to me. So he asked to interchange and i readily accepted.Once I sat there had all my experiences recollected and thought that the night would be erotic. But soon things went on fine till it was Devanahalli. I was really disappointed and fell asleep> However I was not getting. As she put her head back, she began running through some of her master's training. One of the tools they taught her how to use was called a Decision Balance Table. The point was to list all the positive and negative reasons for making a change in life.She clicked open the word processor, opened a two-columned table and labeled the columns, "Positive" and "Negative." At the top, she put in bold letters, "Do I want my own baby?"On the positive side, she reflected, "I'm a woman. Women want. "Well am I a computer nerd or not?" I asked her. "It is amazing what you can learn online and I like reading erotic literature there. I am just glad that I have found such a nice person and such a beautiful and sexy woman to practice it on." Speaking about practice," she said, "How soon will it be before you can practice some more?" With some help and participation from you, I get a feeling it would not take very long." I said. "But first I am going to have to get up and relieve the pressure on.