I don’t usually talk to taxi drivers but that night, I initiated a conversation. “Hi, long day? Or you just started your shift?” He ...ooked at me like I was a madwoman. He was probably not used to customers talking to him. I gave him an encouraging smile and he smiled back. He didn’t speak English well, apparently, from the way he answered my question. I then removed my blazer because it was a bit hot in the car despite the air conditioning. I saw him glance at me and. "I know what the stakes are. It's just that I want you to know that Mr. Payne is a dirty old man, that's all." A dirty old man?" Jim chuckled. "A lecher, hunh?" Yes," she said. "You know what happened the last time he was here; at that little gathering—last New Year's. He made I don't know how many passes at me; his hands were all over me—geez. And, I don't know—the way he looks—he's downright fat, bald, greasy—yugg—he's a dirty old man." Well, I don't know about that," he said. "All I know is. Uska figure 34-30-36 hai. Looking like hollywood actress Emma watson.Thodi der baad himmat kar ke me uske pas gaya,she was shying and smiling. ,uske gaal pe kiss karne laga,wo sharma rahi thi and saying no but by her smile,i felt she too enjoying it. Fir me uske lips ko chumne laga,pahe no reaction from her then she too started kissing me,opening her mouth,playing with my tongue,bitting my lips, kya mast tasty the lips. Caressing her back,pressing ass. Wo bhi mast horny ho chuki thi. Mera pura. Part 2 I dreaded the end of practice for the first time. It meant I had to speak with Blake again. This time I decided to hide in the bathroom and change to avoid him coming out of the shower. I would talk to him after he’s changed. I waited a few extra minutes after I was done changing then headed out. Nearly everyone was out of the changeroom but I assumed he would take his time. I came around the corner and he was sitting by his locker on his phone. “Umm, your Black right?” I blurted out..