I live in Dwarka and I am a chubby built bisexual, so any men, women or tranny looking for casual sex around can leave a mailAt This story is fiction ...and name of my character are Kunal.It was a mid october night, I was standing on the red fort bus stop waiting for my private sleeper bus to arrive. It had rained all the day, wet roads clearly showed that. I could smell the nice aroma of wet mud along with little cold winds blowing on my face. The stop was almost deserted and only a few cars were. So I asked her what is doing there. She told ki uska boy friend hai usko drop karna keliye aaraha hai aur who wait kar rahi thi.Suddenly she got a call from her boy friend and she told he might be late. I told her that I can drop her if she is okay with it. She too readily accepted. I started my bike aur who peche bhaiti thi and I started. She was very sure ki touching nahi hona hai. She was talking a lot about how good her boy friend was and how possessive he was etc. I dropped her home and. Mary realised that this seemed perfectly normal to her now, three naked women sat together drinking tea, all with pierced nipples and two with their pussies tattooed and the other one about to get hers tattooed. What had happened to the frumpy little housewife that she used to be what seemed to be a very long time ago? Her reverie was interrupted by a banging at the front door, and a piteous cry of, “Help me Mary, please help me.” The voice was so desperate that Mary went to the door just as. They seemed to shine with a new radiance, with an intensity that he had not seen before. Still, there was a shyness about her. Amy was not sure how her host would treat her, now that it was daytime, whether he would go back to his cold, business-like manner with her or whether he would treat her like he did the previous night. Robert did not let on that he had seen Amy on her bed. He simply asked, ‘How are you doing this morning?’ ‘I’m fine. A bit sore still, but fine.’ They gave each other a.