My heart was hammering in my chest, a frantic rhythm that made me feel light headed. I felt sure they would hear me, that they would catch me spying o... their young bodies. But they didn't move, each girl lost in her own world of magazines and smartphones and boy bands. Feeling emboldened, I slipped my hand into the waistband of my skirt, pushing my fingers down to my throbbing pussy. Oh God, I was so wet, wetter than I'd been in a decade of loveless marriage. I felt young and alive, a hot mix. Uske baad usne mujhe bye bola aur bus pakad kar apne ghar ki aur chali gayi aur main bhi apne ghar aa gaya. Abhi main ghar puchancha hi that toh uska message aaya jab maine message padha toh usne likha tha ki “ hi dear I am Eyla, I just reach home and where r u, u reach yet or not…???? Uske baad maine bhi use reply kar diya. Phir hum der raat tak message chat karte rahe aur baad mein mujhe neend aa gayi aur main sone chale gya.Next day, main aur wo ek hi MRT station se apne job par jate the.. He slid his fingers in again curling them round and gently pulling them out then sliding them in again, this time rather than sliding them in and out he kept them inside massaging my pussy walls making them shiver and convulse. I wrap my legs round his head pulling him in closer. He starts nibbling my clit lightly. This drives me wild, sending me over the edge. My fingers dig into the covers on the bed scrunching them up in my fist. My back arches up off the bed and my breathing comes in. I looked up into her face expecting to see nothing but sheer naked lust. I was surprised however when I saw something more. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised I was already pretty sure I was in love and that usually goes both ways. She kept between me and the driver as she pulled my cock out and began to stroke it. Now I was surprised when I found out that she was actually very good at giving hand jobs. I’ve never truly appreciated one until now the art of a hand job. Always before it has.