Papa ne rat vali bas me mera and bhabhi ki 2 seat book kara di me and bhabhi bus station ja kar Jodhpur vali bas pakar li din thandi ke the to hum don... seat pe ja kar beth gaye, thodi der me bas chal di or me or bhabhi bate karne lage 1 ganta bit gaya fir thodi der me bhabhi ko halki se nind aane lagi to bhabhi ne apna hath sear rest pe rakha jaha ki pahle se hi mera hath rakha hua tha, jese he unka hath Mere hath se touch hua muze kuchh ajib sa mahsus hua, mene ekdum apna hath hata diya par. Wearing intimates was my required dress code according to Devonte. My milky white cleavage contrasted sharply to the rest of my tan body. The Jamaican sun had baked my skin to a golden brown.I tried to read my husband’s reaction. His face was expressionless as his eyes focused on me. His hand continued to stroke the tip of his cock which indicated his approval or perhaps his acceptance of the inevitable.Devonte’s hands reached in front of me, his fingers curled over the front of my bra and with. The rain began to lighten so I pressed pause and stopped on the sidewalk. I took the shirt off of my head, it had become pretty useless since it was now soaked with rain. I folded it over, wrung it out, and watched water pour from it. I held it in my hand as I started the next song and continued walking. The next song that came on was ‘Bizness’ by the tUnE-yArDs, a sort of African-techno fusion with just a touch of Bobby McFerrin. The atmosphere instantly became a little more humorous. Here I. In from his now limp cock, I looked up and licked my lips, while a smile ran across my face " you tasted so good!" I said while making my way up to his lips, he smiled at me " fuck that was so good!" he said grabbing me around. Y waist and pulling me into him. Suckling on my tits again. I moaned "your turn" he said as he pushed me onto the bed and pulled my leggings off, he noticed my pink lacy knickers and bit his lip. In lust he drew his head right between my legs while pulling my underwear.