23 yr boy based at Chennai. I am a regular reader of this site and loved it too. I am 5.8 inch tall dusky complexion. So formal and struggle hard to t...alk with girls . At last I present here my first story. Am not a good writer please excuse me if there is any mistake.Let us come to the sex story.I completed my engineering two yrs before and currently working. A month back a Sunday morning, on the way to my granny house I met my college professor in a supermarket shop where I stopped to buy few. Glancing out of the window I noted the suit guy frantically fumbling for change at the ticket machine spilling the contents of his pockets all over the floor. ‘I can have some fun here’ I decided.The suit ran towards the bus and dived onto it hastily just as the doors closed behind him. He then attempted to compose himself, walked down the bus towards the back and sat down almost opposite me and then nodded to make out he had only just spotted me there. He open up a paper on the pretence of. Zoe smiled. Grandma knew what it was like to be hit. She didn’t like it. “ Top and bra off now Grandma.” This time Grandma started to undo the buttons of her top and pulled it over her head. She didn’t even try to plead about her bra. She reached behind, unclipped the bra, and slid it down her arms, catching it and placing it on top of her other clothes on the table. “ Turn and look at the others Grandma, with your hands on your head.” Grandma blushed a deep red. She cannot ever remember. It never occurred to me that such a mess leading to what happened to you was left behind us. I knew Gerald went back to Devon to give evidence at Bob Porter’s trial, but I was too tied up in the vigil waiting for Ann to wake up from her coma that I never really gave a thought to what the trial was about. And Becky here was only six years old then and needed looking after.”“And then your husband moved abroad, Mrs Jay? Sorry, that’s what I always called you. I feel disrespectful calling you by.