At one of such occasions, I felt somebody’s fingers were touching my shoulder. At first I ignored it because such things always happen during journe..., especially when there was rush. When that incidence repeated for 3-4 times and casually looked up. A young man of about 25 years was standing near me, his hand hanging just few inches away from my shoulders. He was awake. The lights of vehicles coming towards our bus were falling on his face as he was standing. He was handsome…no doubt about. “This is what you wanted, little slut. A real cock.”“I did!” she moaned, fingernails biting into my back, clawing with her passion. “Oh, yes! Fuck me! Pound me! You’re such a stud!”Her fingernails burned across my back. I grunted, loving it. I buried harder and harder into her pussy. The pleasure surged through me. It made me groan and gasp. My balls thwacked so hard into her, full of my cum. The pressure built and built.Her neck arched. I sucked on it, marking her. Wanting her husband to see. Look around yourroom; you'll notice what has happened to it now."James turned his head to look, what he thought was his regular room hadchanged, no longer was it a guy's haven, it was close to looking a bitgirly, the sheets on his bed were a paler colour than before, what wasblue was now turning pink, they were also silkier too. His headboard hadchanged to a pastel pink one, the shape was close to being the same, butit looked like it was turning into a heart covered one, as small pads offabric. I studied her long brown shoulder length hair, dark black eyebrows, long dark long lashes, blue eye shadow, pink lips, purple choker, her long red dress with a slit in the side revealing her red nylons and her red heels. You are beautiful my love I answered. Christina grabbed my hand and we sat on the edge of the bed. I brushed my had against her cheek and looked deep in her eyes as my lips touched hers. We kissed and petted over and over, tongues moving in and out of each others mouths. My.