Primrose had glanced at my reporter’s card; she either bought it or didn’t care. I had a sense I was the most interesting thing to occur in her li...e in weeks. Maybe months. Maybe longer. No wedding ring.“I remember Douglas Arlington and not just because he went on to play for the Dodgers.”“Oh?”“Something happened to him. Right before graduation. Two weeks or so. His mother called and told principal Rivera that she had to rush up to San Francisco to care for her brother who had been in a car. Kelly didn’t respond to these questions. It was 6 am and she didn’t give a damn about well, anything. She had no interest in telling her friends or anyone what had happened, and she didn’t want the endless sympathy she would be given, OR the sideways looks of annoyance when everyone thought she should be over it already later on. Up until then, Kelly had lived a very careful, well thought out life. And she was done with it. Why should she put up with it? She called the apartments office and. Toileted and refreshed we took our places again, this time I found myself surrounded by the lads, who once the door closed had my skirt off in minutes, I thanked the lord for tinted windows as 5 pairs of hands began to play me like a fiddle, knelt as I was in the centre of the bus, I began kissing and handling a ring of surrounding dicks, Andy was ogling me being fondled, and the interior mirror was being put to good use by Ray. By the M26 things were getting busy on the road and for me, each. Unperturbed she ran her fingers over my thighs. I was thoroughly shaken by her strong, soft touch I almost shivered and had goose bumps all over my body. Seeing the effect she had on me she laughed off“What happened, Never touched by a woman ?”I nodded in negative , she just adjusted her saree and sat on my thighs to have a better hold of my back . She continued with her strokes and purposely poured some oil in my ass crack. I again shivered , this time her hands were massaging my bums , ran.