I ask her to lift the frock till where it pains so I can massage it with hot water , apply balm and massage. She lift it by dragging it along exposed ...ost of her left thigh. I took the cotton and massage the outside of her thigh. I started going to part that were between her legs which was difficult because she had her legs closed and I ask her if she could spread a little. She look up and bent her right leg and slowly put it to the side of the bed. If she wasn’t wearing the skirt she would be. I lifted her tits higher to get her nipples clearly in sight. J laughed saying don't do that in front of my shy friend please. Stan said “oh please do that in front of me” I knew now I was not in trouble. J continued to let my hands wander while "talking" to him. J has his hands placed on her upper thigh now and letting him wiggle his wild fingers. This is getting fun. Stan what big eyes you have!Our wine bottle is getting low and her shirt is getting high. I asked if she needed more wine,. Then in one stopping some got down and I took this as a opportunity and moved it between them.As it was night and no light in bus the women thought that it was her husband. I then slowly inserted my hand in her waist and massaged it.She made a little shiver and continued massaging her hips. Slowly moved on to her breasts , this time she just hold my hands and said stop ravi (her husband name)someone might see. I kept on pressing her breasts it was so soft I couldn’t control myself. She started. ’ She leans back and takes one of his hands, drawing him forward in the chair and then to his feet. There’s a bit of escaped shaving lather on the collar of his shirt. ‘You are a bit taller than he was, I think. No muscle on you, though. He was built like a stallion.’ Her fingers deftly unknot his tie, and she draws it out of his shirt, folding it at setting it on the table. Next she tugs the tails of his shirt out from there they are tucked in his pants. ‘You are… pretty, in a way he was not..