This is my experience happened during a KSRTC bus ride. I had to go to Bellary from Bengaluru because I had to attend a function in my friend’s hous.... I would highly recommend that you guys go through my previous story in order to get a hang of what has happened so far.Continuing from where I stopped in the first part.As she leaned over my shoulder, I wrapped my hand around hers, pulling her closer to me. I could already feel her warm and sweaty body. She pressed her palms over my thighs even. I flexed a bit and mom gagged. She immediately took it out of her and coughed a bit.Mom coyly smiled at me and slapped my abs lightly. With her tearful eyes, beetroot-red nose and cheek and saliva dripping down her mouth, she looked like a cum-starved whore.I pulled mom on to me and french kissed her. Mom gave in freely this time. As our tongues danced inside each other’s mouths, our crotches were grinding against each other. I rolled mom over on her back and began bucking my crotch into hers.. She walked over to an old beat-up lazy-boy chair right across from us, and sat down. She had folded one leg up under her butt, and was swinging the other leg, kinda nervously. She was still chomping on the apple. She was a rather nice looking kid. Black shoulder length hair, like her moms. She didnt have much in the tits department yet, but she had the whitest teeth, and sweet smile. Theresa paused for a minute, and asked me if it bothered me having her there? I was kind of unsure at first,. "Any problems with fitting, Jean can handle it," Harvey assured her, and then offered her a drink."But shouldn't we..." she began hesitantly."A quick drink will loosen you up," Peterson told her and poured her a double Scotch.Betty accepted it and sat beside Jean on the sofa."The ad is to be built around an elegant sitting room, with Nor-Dansk furniture the main attraction. But they want to have a very stunning woman, who is obviously getting ready to entertain some guests, to adorn the.