I watched him the whole time, the look of desire on his face exciting me. I could feel that my pussy was starting to get wet, and wondered whether he ...ould smell my arousal. He watched his fingers as this time they glided over my shiny shins, over my knees, and curved inwards to my inner thighs. I responded by parting my legs slightly. Rubbing a finger over my pussy lips, dipping it in when he was central, he felt my wetness, and groaned when he discovered just how wet I was, my legs weakened. So I’ve planned to go by bus. When I reached to station after packing 2 pairs of dresses it was 5 evening and there were a bus belongs to Karnataka state, departing at 5:30. I just get in the bus and got a seat, window seat already occupied by some one and they put a bag there. Any way, I was in hurry to reach there and decided to go in that bus itself. Then the scene changed when a lady in her late 30’s stepped towards me and asked me for the window seat, that she was the person who put the. Her hands shaking increased drasticly, and her cell phone clattered to the ground. As she bent down to pick it up, her hair fell in her eyes. All she saw for a few seconds was black. It was freshly dyed, and she felt it to be quite glamerous, although her mother and father thought otherwise. Last night had been a rough one for Ilana, and her beautiful big blue eyes had been stained with tears. Now however, there was no trace of any sadness on her face, and as she straightened up, she realized. " About the only “artistic” about me was that I liked classical music. I told Jennifer that, when I was a young boy, I went on a school field trip to the Hollywood Bowl and really enjoyed it. The other boys had teased me, but I told them I didn’t care what they thought. I had wanted to grow up to be a conductor of a symphony orchestra. Jennifer said then that was what she would paint. Me, nude, with baton in hand as if I were conducting an orchestra. Without bothering getting me a robe first,.