Uncle was dressed in a loose T-shirt and a dhoti, as was not uncommon among South Indians. His dhoti had opened slightly and I could see a flash of hi... thigh now and then. We were in the last row in the bus and there was no one else across the aisle – this emboldened me to reach into my skirt and gently finger myself through my thin cotton panties. Slowly as my index finger made circles around my clit I gave myself up to my dreams, imagining my English teacher making love to me. My breathing. In 2.5 hours I saw Misza coming back. I was so happy she is OK. I looked at her, she was gasping, all red in face and sweating so much that her face and throat looked like after bath. I've never seen such sweaty girl in my life. For 8 years I never had one sexual thought about Misza and suddenly now I did feel how much she arouses me. Her body must sweat from every pore. My cock was hard in seconds. She saw it very clearly and smiled: " What made you such aroused? " I looked in her eyes and. I couldn't believe it. I was in shock and just kept watching.She pulled out his black cock which looked very large. Bigger than mine. She started giving him head. He had her hair pulled back and was holding onto it. I could hear her gag every now and then. She would go down and suck on his black balls, lick up his shaft and I could see all the saliva she left on his cock.After a while he pulled up on her hair and she got up straddled him. I saw her reach back and put his big black cock in her. Chad felt the rough material of her shirt rubbing against him as he pushed himself in and out of her, he slid his cock all the way in, and then almost removed it with each stroke. Viki moaned with each thrust, especially as the head delved into the depths of her very being. Her chest felt like it would explode with pleasure as time and time again Chad thrust home his rod. Sweat was pouring off both of them as they performed their dance of passion. Viki grabbed at his hips and pulled him.