My Turn for a 55er :-)

Okay now. I have read a lot of 55ers from many of you. Some of you dared me to write one, and I refused. But no more. Here it is, the first one from me. 🙂

Amey was frightened, how could he ask her that? She was standing right in front, very pretty, spectacled, long hair, stunning figure wrapped in a silk saree. But he couldn’t resist that thing any more in his pants. He approached her, touched her thigh, raised a finger and asked. “M’am! Can I go to toilet?”