The more I thought about it, the more I didn't mind the whole situation. Suddenly, a thought of her naked flashed through my mind. I turned my head to...the side and saw the woman's nipples poking the wet t-shirt. Momentarily, I got up and managed to get the t-shirt off of her by lifting her arms up. I knew this was wrong, but I just kept getting more and more aroused. Admiring the tits of this young, dead woman, I couldn't resist grabbing them. They felt so soft and way better than my wife's.. ‘Thanks honey,’ he said warmly and lifted me like I was a rag doll, albeit a rag doll with a few ounces of spunk up my twat, that started draining out the minute he put me down, dampening the seat, my panties and whatever else he’d loosened up during the last half hour. The bus driver called out, ‘Fifteen minute stop, use the restroom and get a bite to eat.’ The stranger put on his cowboy hat and said, ‘Goodby Honey Bun, this is where I get off’. I sat for a time catching my breath as the bus. My husband had a dream for gangbang sex. I selected gangbang just for fun as I knew no one would reply. For submitting my photo I never showed my face and just my naked body. After a few days while checking my secret email I had a response from a African men group in India wanting to have gangbang sex with Indian women. I started to have contact with the group leader for a few days and thought would just stop replying afterwards. My husband was home for a long time rather like usual. We were. He was debating making an appearance when he became aware that he too was being observed. He turned to look at the youth. He slipped over and sat on the table beside Darcy. He whispered, “Can they hear us?”“No, they can neither see nor hear us. What can I do for you?” Darcy replied.“Nothing, I was just watching you. I like watching,” the youth replied.“Let me guess, you’re Reek?” Darcy said.“That’s me,” Reek grinned at Darcy. He looked back into the room and then back at Darcy, “So is that what.