Stiefel held up the note, and I went to the front, and returned to my desk with it. It read: "Your Ride in South parking lot at 3:00" ... that was a b...it strange, for it was a "bus day" for me, my stepfather was out of town, I thought ... and my Mom was tied up at work 'til 5:30ish, just like every other day. When the time came, I bolted out there, knowing I had a moment to check out the lot, then hustle back to board the Bus.I scanned the lot left-to-right, then caught sight of a car with a red. Wow, her ass was so soft. My hand was working very nicely on her ass and I was squeezing her hard. Oh God, her lips taste sweet.We must have kissed for almost 15 minutes. Then she broke the kiss. We looked into each other’s eyes. Her eyes were filled with lust.With my both hands on her ass, I pulled her and kissed her. Now I was kissing and licking her neck, her lips, her cheeks, and her chest. She was also kissing me and her soft hand was moving on my nude body. It made me more excited. My. .ab maine uski panty bhi utar di or usne meri frenche bhi pakad kar neeche kar di…ab hum dono ek doosre ke samne ek dum naange the…pahele to mein uske naange badan ko dekhta raha…or ek doosre se lipat gaye…ab maine use bed par litaya or use kiss karne laga phir me uske boobs ko dabane laga or choosne laga…uske mouth se awaaze aa rahi thi… aaaaaaaeeeooo maza aa raha haiiiiiiiii sssssshhhh aise hi karte Raho…phir me thoda neeche hua or uske pet ko chumne laga…uske baad me thoda aur neeche hua or. He hadn't been malicious about things. It was just that when something needed to be done, it was me who did it. If I had waited for George to make a phone call or balance the checkbook, I'd still be waiting. I did what I did because I needed more life in my life.I met Fred Coombs two months after I arrived in Portland, Oregon. I had landed a job with a small publishing house that touted mostly local authors. When George and I divorced, I had gone back to my maiden name, so nobody knew I was the.