.. I know you will wheelbarrow me eventually, so that you can get deeper inside me. I will be grabbing the table hard as you fuck me senseless, and by...the time you finish, the heavy oak wood will be nothing to what you just fucked me with. We'll have to polish off the scuff marks from the floor, too, and move the table back into its normal position.Ah, I feel my wetness beginning to dribbly-trickle down my leg. Can your cock feel me already, out there, just beyond the threshold? Can you smell. She even talked me into letting her put on just a touch of makeup ("You don't need much!"), and some cheap jewelry. The doorbell rang."Well, Mac, are you going to answer it or should I?"I realized that it was the moment of truth. "I will," I said. "It's probably Alex and Rudy anyway." I looked out the peephole and saw I was right. I saw two good-looking women outside my door and wished I was a man. Their clothes were all wrong, though, I thought, then wondered where the thought came from.. Since it was late night on Friday, bus was not much crowded. We sat next to each other. Neha took window seat on right and was on aisle seat. I was on her left. I put my right hand over her right shoulder and took her in arm. She put her head on my shoulder and I moved my hand down to hold her along her waist and pull her closer. Since her saree was low waist, I ended up touching skin folds along her waist. I moved my hand towards her belly and caressed her soft belly. I was feeling like. "Sounds like you and the little girl in your book are a lot alike."They both smiled."Could be," she replied and the conversation drifted on to other things, among them Cherie's outfit. The teen had been choosing progressively tighter and more revealing outfits, something they had discussed before."Shall I start calling you Brittany?" skewered Lynette."Oh, Mom. All the girls wear stuff like this, many of them a lot worse than this." We've had this conversation before. I just want you to use some.