Fuck this humidity, but it worked out in my favor, sort of. Her ass swaying opposite her breasts with each heaving step. Her yard was on a bit of an i...ncline. Her skin was wet with a coating of sweat making her glow like a Nubian princess walking on the banks of the Nile, her dark skin looking like luscious milk chocolate in the evening sunlight. I wanted to go over and lick her from navel to chin. Is it any wonder I didn’t see a puddle of water on my polished garage floor?This night we had. I could tell I'd struck a nerve by hisglare. Brad hated losing, and accepted no charity. He babied his egoalmost as much as his car.Brad ran to fetch the ball, then hesitated before bringing it back in."You know what? You somehow win, and I'll give you that ride. Just thisonce, though. You want another trip, you better grow some tits. Bigones."I agreed to his terms, then kicked his ass. He wasn't happy, but Brad isa man of his word, so we made our plans. The last thing he grumbled aboutwas how. The first thing she heard as she walked down the hallway was Chad telling a listener a funny story. She smiled as she realized that some of the office personnel listened to him.Two hours later the meeting was over and Jessie returned to her desk. A huge bouquet of flowers was sitting on the corner. She reached for the tiny card tucked into the greens and sat down to read it. The note was short but so sweet she felt her heart speed up. Scrawled in big letters were the words 'Bus Stop by the. Main padosi ke ladke ki pitayi hone par, uski class teacher ki complaint karne ke liye uske school mein gayi thi. Ab aage ki kahani shuru karti hu.Main office mein enter hui. Maine usi aadmi ko principal ki kursi par baithe dekha, jisse main thodi der pehle hi chud kar aayi thi. Meri aankhen khuli ki khuli reh gayi.Maine uski name plate par uska naam padha. Uska naam Amit Shrivastav tha. Woh bhi mujhe dekh kar hairaan ho gaya. Maine andar jaane ki permission mangi.Main: May I come in?Amit:.