There he was on the couch looking smug like shit in a pig pen with her lying in his arms both of them sound asleep. Shelly touched my shoulder and gav...e it a firm grasp. I slid my purse off my left shoulder and caught it with my right hand and put it on the little table by the door. I walked in our room, grabbing my bags, while Shelly started shelling out my clothes from inside the drawers. We made sure we were very quiet. The last thing I wanted to do is have to look at them and listen to them. " That's what we agreed," Roger said, conceding the need to get his own act together and get out of bed. "I guess we'd better dress warm. It looks like it's going to be chilly out there."In a few minutes they were dressed; Roger had pulled on Catalina's father's old Red Wing boots for good luck, or something. He wasn't exactly sure why, but it seemed like a good idea to wear them. A few hours before they'd set the timer on the coffee pot, and the aroma of fresh coffee filled the kitchen. They. As we were the backbenchers we were sitting just 2 seat before the last big seat where I can see properly what renuka is doing as she was on the front seat. All the lights went off like about 11.45pm. I realise someone is touching me and I got up suddenly and my head struck with renuka’s head. Aouh she said. I asked her what happened she didn’t say anything and took me to the last seat of the bus by pulling my hand. We sit together closely on the corner side a dim light is falling on hers face. I’m currently doing a job but my story happened when I was doing my 12th STD in college. I had a secret fling with my math professor in college. He was around 36 yrs old then. He used to come home to tutor me twice a week. That time after my granny would sleep we used play around. Nothing serious though, just boobs fondling and I used to give him a hand job. We also used to smooch all the time. He taught me math in college as well, but in college we pretended like we don’t know each.