Like always the bus was full to its capacity, and I somehow entered the bus and moved further in till I reached the mid pole of the bus. I found a you...g boy of age 18 was standing right beside me. His whole body was glued to my body due to excess capacity of passengers and it was normal for me as I have experienced this for quite a long time. As I was standing in front of the pole so no one was glued to me from the front.The road conditions are bad, and due to continuous application of break by. She started typing out a setting, the room, the mood, music, lighting. None of the things that really mattered to her, but a start on a story, at least. She paused again, then realized part of what the problem was. She simply wasn't in the mood at all. Looking to the time, she checked to see how long it would be before he got home from work. Catching her lower lip into a nibble of teeth, she contemplated before giving in. A hand sliding down between her thighs, she looked once more to the clock. I guess that's why it's called "Sixteen." Under her belted trench coat, she was still in her gray lawyer suit, knee-length skirt and fitted jacket over a burgundy blouse, but to me that only made her more alluring. I would have been happy to say she ended up in my bed in the suite several floors above but that didn't happen. We did have a marvelous time though. Carolyn was a terrific dinner companion, who could tell a joke or relate a story about judges or fellow lawyers with humor and. The night arrived. I was waiting for her in the hall. Mom came out of her room wearing a red and black saree and a jacket. She had a good makeup and red lipstick. She was looking gorgeous. We said, “Bye,” to dad and went to the lift.We entered the lift and smiled at each other. Suddenly, mom removed her jacket and I was just mesmerized by her looks. It was a semi-transparent, red and black saree with a little bit of her cleavage showing. She was not at all looking like my mom!I was just staring.