I ask the conductor to open the boot of the bus so I can take something out, I take out my medical kit which usually has condoms and lube, I take it a...d place it in my backpack in the cabin and come out. I see Sandeep standing there, he has now opened his beard and is looking even more attractive with it in the state it is in.The bus begins to move again and we lock the cabin and the lights r turned out, we hear some people talking in the bus, so decide to wait till then, I ask him slowly if he. Regaining my composer I picked her panties up shoved them in my pocket and got to my feet. Taking her hand and in a deep silence began to walk towards the houseAt the door I could hear Mozart, his Clarinet Concerto. A beautiful piece. Mistress would be waiting for us, in her overstuffed chair that she loved so much. Drinking a glass of wine, perhaps reading. And yes as lovely as always. The long dark blue dress split on both sides, her legs crossed showing the top of her thigh highs, the long. But it's a weekday and not a lot of people out and around.You see them sitting on the park bench as you come around a bend in the running and cycling path. Two young people, late teens. Laughing and giggling. They see you and settle down as you see her hand swiftly jerk away from his crotch. What are they up to? As you slow down a bit you take in that they are dressed for the weather. He's got on jogging shorts and a t-shirt while she's wearing a short, kicky skirt showing gorgeous legs. Perky. Victor maneuvered his fingers under Tricia’s boobs. He hefted the masses together in one hand and bounced them, feeling their weight. His other hand fingered her clit. Tricia licked and kissed his cock, but only the tip and knob. She had not received an invitation to go further. Victor buried his fingers in her vagina: one at first plumbing shallow depths, then two in a finger scissoring movement and then three with rotating half hands inside. Her walls were supple and ridged, ready to provide.