I told Nisha, I was going to get some tea and to meet us there. I went to buy tea and in 10 minutes, Nisha returned. We sipped our tea in the dark.“...ook at him staring.” Nisha said.“Who?”“That guy from the bus.” I looked to see and saw it was the rough looking guy from the bus. He was busy staring at Nisha’s body. I laughed. Nisha stared at me. We finished our tea and got into the bus. The conductor called out for everyone to enter and the bus left. The conductor told us that the next stop. Five. It's only five.Leaning sideways, she flipped the light cotton curtains at the window and peered at the world through the rain-spattered glass. All dark. Not a glimmer of light on the eastern horizon, yet no stars or moon either. A thick bank of clouds, tinged orange by the street lamps, scudded by in a westerly direction. The blustery wind rattled the window and bent the shadowy trees into twisted shapes while tearing at the last of their dry autumn foliage.A solitary set of car. He fell back in the boat, broken physically and mentally. Tears streamed from his eyes, he knew that his situation was totally hopeless. His feet felt wet, he looked down into the boat, water was seeping in, at the base of the boat was a hole that had been repaired but now those shoddy repairs were disintegrating and falling apart before his eyes. He grabbed for his plastic lunch box and pathetically tried to bale out the ever increasing flow of water. He looked about him for the thing, for. I spread my legs wide for her in hopes that she will touch me in the one place that is aching for her touch. “Oh yes….. That’s it slut…… that’s it…. Don’t stop.” I hear Catherine moaning as my tongue does its work on her. I focus on nothing but bringing about her orgasm as I suck even harder on her clit, just devouring her as she screams her orgasm. I feel her juices drench my face as I continue to lick and suck on her, determined not to waste any of it. “That’s it you little slut clean me up.”.