He came back and I got on his bike. He tried to slowly hold my hands as we walked through the shop and he failed out of tension. I laughed and caught ...is hands and let him hold my hands. After shopping, he dropped me to my hostel and we smiled as we parted as we both knew we like each other.I got his number and we texted sometime later in the evening and it was more flirty in nature and next day onward I would wait at the bus stop for him to come and pick me up.I liked those rides as I was sex. " I'm not sure she believed my lie, but she accepted it.Megan smiled and moved to my shirt buttons and tie. Both disappeared quickly, and I found myself running my tongue along the edge of Megan's pretty brassiere as I gently hefted her globes in my hands. Megan undid her own snaps and the lacy material fell away.We kissed, and Megan rubbed her bare chest against mine, her hard nipples digging a pathway of love between us.Megan's skirt, slip, and sexy thigh-high stockings went next; however, I. I now had a pattern with which to start.Everything worked off of patterns. Life was a pattern. The world was a collection of patterns. Magic was a way of imposing a pattern that was not... natural... onto a situation or place. So it was called magic. Magic was just imposing your will, or a new pattern, on a situation or place that had no such pattern until you created it.You changed the current pattern into what it was that you wanted. Magic. It was hard to explain magic. When you first start. Her legs were in beautiful shape.then again she was on my bed.i was massaging her legs till her knees.she told me “haan bhaiya aap touch kar rahe ho to heat kam ho rahi he,aap sab jagah hath firao,meri baicheni kam ho jaegi”then i moved towards her thighs.i got up and locked the door.she said “bhaiya door kyon band kiya” i told her “mom dad aa gaye to naraj honge ki tum abhi tak soye nahi”she said “ok”.now she folded her legs.i could see she was wearing a light pink panty.i was moving my hands.