She was aware of my closeness but did not move away. I was getting more n more hot now. The next time queue moved, I allowed my legs to touch her hips...a bit. She barely moved away. She was now holding the iron bar in front of the bus stop. I also held the same bar casually and allowed my fingers to move over her fingers. She seemed to like that and continued chatting with girls and the other lady without removing her hands. She even moved her body in a manner that other lady could not see our. Phir maine pehle vaish ki gol gol chuchi ko pehle to apni jaban se khub chata phir usko kiss kiya ek paar kiss karta tha to dusri ko haath se masalta ja raha tha dheerey dheerey vaish ko masti chadney lagi aur wo apne mu se ajeeb ajeeb si awaz nikalaney lagi mai uski awaz soon kar aur tezi se uski chuchiyon ko masalney laga .phir maine uski nipples ko apni mouth mai liya aur peeney laga beech beech mai apni jaban se uskey nipples ko mai ragadta bhi ja raha tha wo itni pagal aur masti mai aa. Sand blasted wine bottles in one, jewelry in another, wool clothing from Peru, and masks and carvings from Africa. Here was a face painter, there a woman in a traditional Somali dress doing very delicate scroll work on a young woman’s arm, and at the end of the row, an artificial climbing wall. For a dollar, I could have thrown three very ripe tomatoes at head sticking through a plywood board, or for five dollars had my picture taken in a very oversized chair that would have made an interesting. As a massive gush of juice fired over my cock. I pulled out she lay on her back and said "fuck this way". So climbed between her legs and slide into her soaking wet pussy. I fucked her as hard as I could, she grabbed my arse and pulled me deeper into her. Whispering "I love you when you fuck like this", think that was a lst on translation though. I lent down and sucked her tits as I fucked her beautiful wet insatiable pussy. Hard and hard I slammed my cock into her. Her juices again were in.