Talk then."Eric says you're a figment of my imagination."Eric needs some imagination, he said."You don't exist."So he says."What are you?" I demanded.... don't know, exactly. I don't seem to have any arms, or legs, or pretty hair like you have."You think my hair is pretty?" I asked dubiously. I shook it, unconsciously, felt it sweep around my neckAs far as hair goes, yes."Do you have a name?"A name?"Like Bob, or Steve, or Billy, or Ted," I suggested.No, I don't have a name. Unless you consider a. You ran your nails through your pussy hair, pulling it, playing with it. Your lips were full and wet. You teased your pussy, patting it a few times, before collecting the dew drops that had formed on your petal like lips. Your eyes closed as you slipped your hands between your legs. I pulled my throbbing cock from my shorts, my large hand circling it's girth, rubbing it up and down. Fuck the 'game' I said, I need relief. I felt the urgings of millions of sperm begging to be released. You rubbed. After my work, I went to the bus stand to catch my return bus to Bangalore which was booked earlier). A bus was parked there to Bangalore and I got on it. I sat on the seat in front of the back seat and the bus was also not much crowded since it was a long distance and also a working day .After an hour a girl of about 26 years medium complexioned walked in wearing a salwar.She sat on the seat right beside me and asked whether I am okay if she sits near me since her seat booked was right beside. I became so hot by seeing this that i immediately put my tongue at the base of her pussy and started to lick her juices which were on her pussy lips and on her thighs. She was having a very erotic smell of urine mixed with her juices. I asked “ tu abhi pis ki hai kya” she replied “haan kyon” i said “ tera choot ka kushbu aacha lag rahe hai aur aaj ke baad chudwane se pehle pis karke aana” she smiled and replied “ thik hai aur aap bhi waisa karna” i continued licking her till her outer pussy.