We began talking about random topics, what we like, dislike, hobbies interests, and every random aspect. This was definitely a change for me as I woul... normally travel alone and for the first time, I had some company.After a few minutes, the lights in the bus got dimmed. We didn’t mind at all and we continued talking. The light from the streets was more than enough for us to talk and see each other.After a brief amount of talking to each other, we got a little personal and began talking about. “Something isn’t right,” I told Ken, as we approached the storm. It appeared to be somewhat smaller than it had been yesterday, but it was just as intense. Soon we were being stung by the particles in the air which still carried an electrical charge.“This is not a natural phenomenon,” I told Ken who agreed with me.“What is it then?” he asked.“I’m not sure but believe that we should find out,” I answered. The whole time we were being pelted by the rotating dust on the outer edge of the. He quickly licked his fingers and returned to probe my hole. He tickled my ballsack as I felt his other hand begin to pleasure me also.The bottom then turned over and leaned as far back into the seat as he could. He lifted his legs and pulled them into his chest. This allowed me to return to his arse. I bent my knees lower and pushed into him once more. My cock was covered in Martin's load now. The guy I was fucking looked me in the eye and began to speak.“That's it John, keep fucking me. Oh. I don’t get the share of sex I love too have, but otherwise he is fantastic in bed. This incident happened with me a month back, it was with our car driver, Shekar. He is a man who is employed with my husband for about 5 years, right even before our marriage. He was the one who drove me home after my marriage. That day as usual my hubby was out of town and shekar was home helping me in cleaning my house. We were doing the kitchen and I was in my house gown as everyday. But today I had removed.