Mai bus me hi baitha tha qki bahar bht garmi thi. mera seat second las tha bus me. karib 15min bad nearly 28years old shadi shuda ladki aai aur mere b...gal wale seat pe baithi. mai use dekhta hi reh gaya. khule bal aur mathe aur neck pe thoda pasina…. kya batau frnds kya khusbu tha. usne apne right hand me tatoo banwaya tha. usne mujhse kaha ki “kya aap mujhe window side wali seat de skte ho qki mere right hand me recent tatoo banwaya h to abi pain ho ra h” maine turant unhe apna seat de dia. jb. Why on earth would seeing my tits covered with…I think I know…Yes, I think that’s it…I like the idea of those being ‘love marks’ and that last night he owned my tits! That doesn’t make sense, but I like him owning me in a little way. I hope that doesn’t bother you, but it makes me feel good.’ ‘No, that certainly doesn’t bother me at all. It’s more that he has a lease rather than ownership, but if that gets rid of your ‘down’ feeling, I’m all for it. You have that same final exam proctoring you. To Mac.Parker MacPherson, Mac to his friends, was more than Mia's best friend, second only to his own cousin Fiona.Mac lived on the west end of Portland's peninsula in a spacious three story house that felt like a second home, a refuge, to Mia.It was the peace that spurred her flight away from the city. Away from Robert. Robert Stein was a terrible jewelry designer and a worse human being, but he was an amazing businessman. Though he was an awful jeweler he could find gems thought to be lost;. This was insane! My roommate was masturbating in full fucking view. A million thoughts rushed through my mind as my underwear started to get sticky from excitement. I reached down into my boxers with my right hand and started rubbing myself, feeling my member getting stiffer with each touch. For about five minutes, I sat still in my chair, turning my head to sneak a look every few seconds. My palms were sticky with pre-cum as I surreptitiously stroked myself up and down.“Do you want to help me.