“Who is your god?”There was a long pause, during which the man stared at me, unblinking, running his fingers up and down the stem of the wineglass...in a suggestive manner. “Baphomet,” the answer arrived at last, and then he slowly raised his glass to sip the wine. As he lowered it, the unblinking stare continued long enough for me to begin believing he was serious, when he cracked into a grin. I returned the smile with relief.“You almost had me going there,” I said.“I can be a little cruel. My eyes travelled down along her slender body. Fair skin, slender structure but not too slim or thin but the right amount of flesh at the right places. Due to the crowd in the bus it’s hard to see her from top to bottom but from what I can see she has an amazing body structure. She was wearing a yellow cotton sari. The sari over her chest is stiff like a plate which easily gives the view of her blouse-covered side-boobs and fair shapely belly. My eyes got stuck at her amazing side-boobs. Wow!. Not huge, but big and I produced prodigious amounts of pre-cum. I was squeezing out big drops and smearing it down my cock. I was just about to start really beating it when I heard the car door slam and it was my main regular from next door. Why masturbate when what I really wanted was to get fucked hard. So I stood up immediately and went to the window to call to him. Which I did. Naked. Before I realized he wasn't alone. It looked like he had a business partner with him. I shut. This working arrangement gave the randy pair plenty of time to pursue their favorite sport, fucking.Leaning back against the sofa, Steve thought with pleasure about the woman who had just dashed out of the door. Even after eight years of marriage he was still madly in love with her. She was five foot two inches of sexual dynamite, with long flowing blond hair, although when she went to work it was always done up in a severe bun, deep blue eyes, as deep as the South Pacific, and as warm as the.