Prakash smiles and sits down. He unbuttons his shirt as Shanti gets down on her knees and Rehaan fumes.P: Stop. Take off your top first. Don’t even ...think of arguing.He removes his shirt and bears his hairy chest to her. He’s bald but it suits him. His broad shoulders and strong chest indicate that he spends time on his fitness. He keeps his spectacles on and less at Shanti as she removes her yellow top and reveals her 40D breasts covered by a black camisole. Her nipples are erect and poke. Her dark curls fell gracefully over her china doll face.“My dear Amber,” I started, sitting next to her, “How are you?”“I’m very well, Father Dominic,” she answered, “How are you?”“I’m fine too,” I answered, “I was just wondering how you are managing these days, now that, well, both of your parents have passed?”“Better than ever!” she responded enthusiastically, “I feel free at last.”That wasn’t the response I was expecting. I felt a bit shocked at her reaction.“What do you mean?” I asked. So we got in to one of the buses and went to the middle of the bus. As soon as we went to the middle of the bus we kissed passionately for 5 minutes leaning against one of the rods in the bus. While kissing I pressed her breasts hard. I bite them over the sari. Then I removed the loose end of the sari and looked at her once from top to bottom and she was so hot that no one can resist. I went down kissing. I kissed on her navel.While kissing her navel I pressed her breasts hard. Then moved down. The handsome waiter laughed at her posterior markings awarded by the senior Mister Anderson and she was filled with guilt at her lack of contrition for her jaded backside. The young man took his pleasure from the rear and he pulled her perfectly arranged hair bun into wild disarray that hid her lust-pooled eyes under silky tresses that flowed and shook with his every frenzied thrust. She wanted to tell him, “Please go easy, young sir, I am a bit sore back there”, but her words were frozen in.