Everybody has needs. So, what’s wrong in that?”, asked Geeta. Anjali’s look of disbelief started to fade away. Geeta made sense. Even she couldn...��t remember when was the last time she had sex. But still, Anjali wasn’t completely convinced by the idea of having sex with another man, let alone with a guy half of her age.“How can I be fucked by a boy of my son’s age?”, she thought to herself. But the words of Geeta ‘I have needs. You have needs. Everybody has needs’ stuck in her head.They cut short. I whispered and asked her name. She said her name was Renuka. I started pressing her boobs fiercely. And I blocked the view from behind with my body. She turned towards me and unzipped my pant and pushed aside my undies to let my dick free. She took it in her hand and was about to take it in her mouth. I stopped her and opened her blouse. Now I pushed my dick in her blouse from downward and closed it. I didn’t have to move the bus did it for me. And she synced her movements with the bus and she. I nearly gagged a few times and gave up on getting him down my throat.The blow job lasted a few minutes at least. He moaned appreciatively, even said something about being a “good boy.” But, as is true anytime I have my lips around a cock, the urge to turn around and take it in my ass grew to nearly overwhelming. I pulled off his throbbing member. He seemed to understand what was going on.“Let me see this ass of yours.” He helped me up, turned me around, and pushed me onto Mariela’s. ]]My body was tense, so I tried, That worked wonderfully, so I added, , , and even It all worked, although another irresistible glance at Annette's nipples required, Having control of my subconscious reactions was wonderful.That relaxation process had taken just a couple of seconds. Annette was still heading my way, although significant parts of her were swaying to the left and right a great deal too. I had a quick look around and I appeared to be the only guy who didn't have a woody. I.