I could see the lady widening her legs further as my friends leg too pushed forward . I was getting a sense that the lady with her apparent background...and age , had not had sex or even any sexual feeling for a long time , and the brushing of her thighs by the leg of a stranger was also arousing her in a strange way .The journey from Churchgate to Borivili by the slow local generally takes 50 minutes to one hour , and my friend was probably praying that the passenger position remains the same. The next thing I felt was a pleasant warm glow, seeming to come from everywhere.Eventually I managed to open my eyes.I was alive!It took my aunts massaging me a while before I could really move anything. I was so wrung out that I was still like a rag doll. "So what did you think of your first time?" Asked Laura, who was massaging my temples.The only response that my still evolving mind could think of was to giggle stupidly."Liked it that much, did you?' She said. "Good, cause it ain't over yet. The discussion was making mesecond guess my own dressing up motivations and felt like a direct punchto my psyche.A couple of days before my Saturday psychologist appointment my mothercasually mention that I also had a hair appointment with Lulu. It wouldnot have even registered, but I was not due to see her yet."Why so soon?" I want you to look nice for your appointment. We talked about this." What is she going to do that I can't do myself at home?" Chill out. She's on our team. She is just. My manager’s lady friend (name Shloka) and I started our journey. It was a black colored Toyota Etios. Describing the woman, she was a good-looking woman with a fair complexion.She would be in her early thirties with good body structure (34-26-32). Her lips were so beautiful that anyone would love to bite them. As we got in the car, throughout the drive, we spoke about each other.Stuff like where am I from, where did I do my education and stuff like that. I asked where she worked and where she.