I have written 4 stories last year and got many feedbacks and readers.Thank you for all the feedbacks. Many readers sent mails. I respect the privacy ...f women who reach me for stories or for chat. Guys please don’t keep sending mails asking for numbers.I am not here to just keep hitting women for sex or to keep writing irrelevant fantasies. I just want to share the love or sex that I feel with few women who don’t have those love or sex in their married / unmarried life. I only want to excavate. She asked where I lived and I told her then she said I'll be there at 7pm be ready and was gone. I went right home I knew it was wrong but didn't care I took a bath and tried on six different dress till I settled on my little black dress told Tom she was a old friend and we needed to talk he didn't like it but I didn't give a shit. At 7 the bell rang I opened the door and she was so pretty in a red dress so short and cut very low I could see most of her tits. I said Hi and she stepped in so I. He’d sit on one of the red-cushioned stools at the fountain and get a soda and hope to see Bettina. She was often there and they would chat a little, share a smile or two, maybe even flirt a bit, and the camaraderie did not go unnoticed by shoppers and employees. Travis soon noticed people eyeing him in a new, different way as he made his way around to the market, the hardware store, the post office and the bank. Bettina heard the whispers too.Bettina’s parents got wind of it, and were none too. It was a nice change of pace, of course, transitioning from being the social outcast to a popular kid. But it still would take some getting used to, gaining recognition from peers when they had basically ignored my existence before.The class was still boring, imparting skills that frankly wouldn’t be of much use to me if the trajectory that my life had taken was any indication. I still gave my undivided attention to the subjects being taught, the habit too ingrained within me. But I just.