Go to the pub across the road, sit on a stool at the bar and buya drink."Despite its high street location the pub was a down-market place withbeer sta...ned carpet and was in dire need of redecoration. The fewcustomers were mainly men having a drink on their way home from aSaturday shift. On building sites from the look of some of them: nonelooked especially LGBT friendly. Affecting a confidence I certainlydidn't feel I walked to the bar, sat on a stool and ordered a drink. Thehard stool. 5 ft or 36-30-36 uski size thi or me use dekhte hi madhos hua ja raha tha wo meri taraf dekh kar muskurai or surawat to mujhe hikarni thiOr mene pucha aapke sas sasur kanha pe hai to boli ganv gaye hai fir mene unhe bethne ka bola to vo chair pe beth gayi fir me unhe dekh raha tna to wo boli aap ese kyu dekh rahe ho to mene bola aap bahut khubsurat lag rahi ho to wo sarma gayi or boli ye khubsurti kis kam jab bacha nahi hai or wo imosnal ho gayi fir mene pucha problam kis me hai aap me ya rohan. I had a flat there, and I planned to by a house as soon as possible. She didn't cry. She didn't bat an eyelid.One night, when we were staying in a skanky B&B, I took her into the bathroom to see her cute naked body for the first time. I peeled off her clothing tenderly, gaining her trust, and ran the water until it was just the right temparature. She giggled as I flicked her face with the wather, and stood for me to watch her over. When I reached her pussy, I waited for her to flinch but she. Watching Miss Ward, Brenda scarcely noticed the rest of Miss Ward’s physical assets. Every now and then Miss Ward would look over at Brenda and smile which at first embarrassed the girl as she quickly looked away. Today though, Brenda worked up the courage to smile back and at some point felt moistness again.Brenda was the scribe on her company team, taking notes in shorthand so that nothing was missed or not understood. Miss Ward verbally parried back and forth with Trisha Mitchell, Brenda’s.