Very good, almost there. Hmm, no purchase for her arms, maybe if she turned onto her back? Yes, that seemed to be working. Now, just a bit more. Ah, t...e hips. Bugger. No way that they were going to get through.Okay, try it on her belly. Ah, can't turn back around. So back out on your back, you stupid bitch. Hmm, no purchase for the arms, and the bust is too big to get back out. Strange, it flattened enough for her to get it in. Can't get further in, can't go back, and can't turn.. Marten was a beautiful woman. She had a lovely face with brown eyes and full lips framed in auburn hair that flowed down over her shoulders, large swelling breast, a tiny waist,and long shapely legs that seemed to go far miles up to her a round tight ass that swayed from side to side as she walked but she never flirted with men and she had never given her husband a reason to doubt her fidelity. Her husband was sitting beside her and seemed to be in a state of reverie, his eyes not focused on. A few minutes later I excused myself and left the house as my friend called me that he is on the way to home. She ended up saying come here whenever you are free, which I felt like an open invitation. Then for next four five days I regularly went to her home and use to return before my room mets arrive, as I hid this secret from them. After several conversations I came to know that she is incapable of giving birth to a c***d for which her husband avoided her completely and continued that they. I was thinking what to do but everyone started to sleep since they traveled for 3 days even the Rekha slept. Then I got depressed and I too started to sleep after some time I shifted from seat to the walkway middle in the bus and slept there by putting the blankets. At around 2 am bus stopped for refreshments after the refreshment again everyone started to sleep and this time she also shifted from seat to the walkway which is next to me she is sleeping like our heads are touching each other in.