So much so that I decided that when I met the right female, who turned out to be the gorgeous 50 year old, brunette Sheena, who had massive, really dr...opy and very saggy breasts, whose company I enjoyed and who enjoyed my company too I would, as soon as possible in the relationship, tell her that if she wanted to be with me I did not want her to shave any of her body hair off AT ALL, EVER. I told her two days after we met that my number one rule was as I had already said, then she did the. That's it... eat me... eat me while my husband fucks my pussy. Oh God, that's wonderful..." She rocked back and forth as I pushed myself deep into her pussy again and again. Each thrust was met with a satisfying grunt as she shoved herself back against me. "Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me good Paul!" David's cock began to harden in her hand, pushing against her face. "Fuck me while I play this beautiful cock..." A moan slipped past my lips and she smiled. "Ooooo... You like watching me play with his. I offer to massage her and she quickly agrees and turns towards me. At this point I’m thinking I don’t care what culture she’s from this is definitely beyond friendly. I stand behind her chair massaging her neck and shoulders and she leans back into me. Avoiding a potential embarrassing situation I step back just to have her lean back a little more. What happened next I’m kind of fuzzy on she tell me that she has a boyfriend and I naturally acknowledge, deflect and confuse. My response in such. Then suddenly the bus stopped at a stoppage and stopped shaking and I immediately stopped pressing and rubbing her boobs. But to my great surprise she was now pushing her boobs to my elbow and was moving to feel my elbow. I immediately changed the position of my fingers from inside elbow to outside elbow and now all my five left fingers were touching her left boobs. She didn’t react. I started to press her boobs with my finger specially my thumb. As there were so many people standing I didn’t.