Storming past people I sat on the seat and waited for about five minutes, and with in the five minutes I soon realized that the bus’s ac was broken!... With no ac, a crowded bus, and sitting in the sun, beads of sweat quickly formed and started working their way down from my head, to my chest, to my breasts, past my belly, to my already wet and horny pussy! The bus took off and I grabbed my ice cold drink and a thought came to my head. I placed the drink on the side of my neck, letting the cold. The story sounded fishy, even to Angilee as she was telling it and she could tell it was not very convincing for Terry either. His eyes had held suspicion for a moment but then the moment passed and they were talking of other things. Yet, Angilee chided herself for not having a better story prepared.The housewife realized that she had already told a series of lies to her husband and therefore, indirectly, to her children as well. She had always detested lying and now found herself the epitome. Maan Maryada humare mahal ka naam hai. Mere samne zamana hi badal gaya. Mujhe yaad hai jab main 19 saal ki thee aur mera parivar Padampur, Rajsthan mein rehta tha. Mere ghar mein meri maa Rukmani umar 38 saal aur bhai Vicky hai jiski umar 18 saal hai. Mere pita ji Gopal Pandit hum ko chhod ker chale gaye thay jab main kul 10 saal ki thee. Pita ji ek mandir mein pujari ka kaam karte tha aur ek din kissi amir vidhwa ke saath shahar chhod kar bhag gaye. suna tha ki vo vidhwa bahut chudakad aur. Allowing the water to fall from the shower head, maybe a shower will cleanse away some of the tension, you think to yourself. You hear the water falling against the shower curtain and it sounds like heavy fresh rain dropping onto a lush forest of trees and plants, slowly cascading down the leaves until dripping onto the dry ground. This brings an image into your mind of a place you once saw on TV. After removing your clothes you step into the hot water, which by now has turned the air into a.