He wore his standard outfit. He wore no underwear; he found them constricting. Especially when his cock was hard.He found her car parked far from the ...store entrance. It was easy to find. As he approached, she got out of the car. Anita was wearing a black business suit with white low socks and walking shoes. She took off the coat and threw it into the car. A white blouse was under the suit coat, with a plain white bra. The kind women wear for comfort, not style. The blouse had short sleeves. She. I couldn’t find her. The k**s were sleeping in their seats. Then she came after sometime and kept something in her bag and took out a shawl from the bag and put it on her shoulders. I wondered why she was wearing a shawl now, maybe to avoid the cold breeze from the window. The bus started and lights were switched off, the sexy atmosphere came back again due to her feminine smell of her body. She started chatting with me and her tulu lingo was of the Mangalore side which I was able to. Fucking her was the only thing that was in my mind.One day… I made my mind. I said to myself that today I would definitely fuck her. I had so many ideas within. I even thought of forcing her if she didn’t submit herself.With that determination, I went to her home. She was inside the kitchen cooking something. She was wearing a nightie. Her husband was as usual in his room, sleeping. I locked the main door from inside, so that no one will enter the home accidentally. I went inside the kitchen. The holiday had been everything she had hoped for. He revealed a new side to himself, an introspective, compassionate man. He had refused to let her lift a finger after their arrival, and as he turned on the water, lit the fire, and cooked the stew, he told her stories of his childhood holidays here. Taking her for a walk along the beach, looking at the icebergs illuminated in the dusk, he revealed for the first time that he was aware of her frustrations with their relationship in England. He.