"Oh my god! Now I've done it!"He turned, looking at her with an intensity that both concerned and thrilled."He's so huge!" She thought, her eyes softe...ning, looking at his powerful bare chest. "And so beautiful."Without warning, he grabbed her arm in a firm yet gentle grip. Pulling her then, along un-protesting behind him, walking to the roadside of the truck. Using the huge flatbed as an effective screen against prying eyes, he paused regarding her."What am I gonna do with you?" He almost. She was a pure Bengali. She was 5 feet 5 inches, fair in complexion and with a nice boobs and ass. Her ass was round and her boobs were sufficiently big and sexy. Her face was sober and innocent. Her husband was tall and giant. I shook hand with her and Deepak.We then moved outside the station to catch a taxi to our place of fucking the salt city. In the taxi Deepak made me sit near her. I was feeling her hand the warmth in her hand all the way. She smelt very good. I could not resist myself. I. I glanced at the otherpassengers and no one else was looking at us and were totally unawareof this happening. Given the lack of space to move away I did notprotest and allowed him to continue --- The old man was prettyencouraged and, through the saree was now feeling the outline of mypanty and then with a finger , tried to slide it under the panty so that hecould feel the softness of my buttocks better. Inspire of myself I couldfeel a little thrill about the whole thing. Letting a strange man. "She must be quite tall," he thought, "but it's hard to tell while she's sitting down." Those business-like spectacles simply added to the allure. "Oh, well, better get on with my work." he thought wistfully.He inspected behind the next desk in a similar manner and was about to move on to the third and last one when he noticed, about a foot from the back of the computer, the network cable had been crushed. "That's the problem," he mused. He knew he didn't have a replacement with him. That one.