I didn't want her eating me out, but my cunt was on fire and her mouth felt so good right then. It was crazy and I felt electric everywhere, full of e...ergy and hypersensitive, like everything felt ten times better or worse than it should."Lick my balls, Amy ... Fuck, you whore!" Gary moved my mouth off his cock and down to his balls. He slapped my face lightly, getting my eyes to look up into his while I pressed my lips and tongue to his soft hairy ball sack.I sucked Gary's balls for a few. Being brought up in a very strict Catholic household where even holding hands was considered a big thing, a kiss was considered just this side of fornication and it was something "good girls" didn't do! But Mark was different than the rest of the guys... he was something special and Tammy hoped that he would be the one for her. She didn't want to seem like a slut or anything, but she also didn't want to be so uptight and old-fashioned that she pushed him away. So she let him kiss her and found. So I packed a shirt and a dhoti for the marriage and wore a track pant and a t-shirt for the journey. I got on the bus stop at around 6 pm. The bus came at around 6:30 pm. It was very congested as expected. I stood on the stairs of the bus.After some time, some people got down and I had to get down for them to go. I again got on the bus and this time I went to the back seat side and stood facing front.There were men on my sides, front, and back. I was in between them. The crowd got even worse.. It builds in intensity, a small shiver building into a mix of emotional response, caught up in the echoes feeding back many times the original intensity. Swiftly its passage is met with anticipation and desires of the DNA, hoping for fulfillment of their purpose.Reaching the base of her being, the echoes flooded back to the brain, in less time than it takes for the touch to register in her consciousness. Only a momentary shiver, so she and others would think, save for two there; the seamstress,.