I said yes.We booked the bus ticket cos trains are full. We got the last seat (due to season it was hard to get tickets). We started travelling. It wa... raining heavy. She sat on the window side. We were trying to sleep. Suddenly I felt soft on my forearm. When I opened my eyes I saw her boobs sitting on my forearm I kept on the hand rest. It was so soft. I just started to enjoy the feel. She then came closer to me and hugged my arm. Her boobs were crushing so tight. I had instant hard on. I. “Yes, yes, Lyubov, cum on my wife’s mouth!” Lola howled.“Cum in me, Lola!” Jen moaned.Every swallow swelled the heat in my pussy. Every gulp made me ache and throb. I shuddered and groaned, my futa-dick throbbing. I had to be in her. I ached to feel the president’s wife around my cock. I tugged on her ass, pulling her to me.She didn’t resist.I kept nursing from her as she shifted off her sister-in-law and straddled me. Zinaida released her nipple, her green eyes smoldering as she watched. "Oh my God," I blushed as we drank more wine. I was getting a heavy buzz on, and so was he.He pulled out a joint then. "Want to get high?"I got flustered at first. "I haven't been stoned since college."He smiled sweetly. "That wasn't my question." He lit it and passed it to me."Sure," I said. We shared it back and forth and soon had a wonderful lift-off together."Now -- want to see the good stuff?" he asked with a warm friendly smile."Why not?" I agreed.Then I was treated to some of the best. You know how people who have been married a long time start to look alike? Daddy and Momma were like that. If you didn't know them you might think they were brother and sister. She was a lot younger than him, though.Around our place clothing was functional. What I mean by that was we didn't dress for fashion, but for whatever kind of thing we were doing. If you were going to be rustling steers out of the brush, you wore clothes that would protect you from the brush. If you were mending fence in.