“Do you want this?” I groaned. I fucking groaned like an animal as she squeezed me tight in her palm, through my trousers. ‘Why did I wear my fu...king trousers to bed…!’ “May I?” Her voice was a beautiful whisper as she unbuckled my belt and slid the zip slowly down. Her hand snaked into the opening, now encompassing my rigid shaft properly. I sighed aloud to feel her hot flesh on mine. My hips ground into her as I moaned into the still, dank air. “Oohhhh,” was Emma’s delicious comment as she. And from the looks of things not much else. I'm about average size, six feet more or less and wear a size XL, but my pretty house guest was tall enough that the shirt just barely covered her ass. From my position lying down on the old sofa, I had a pretty good unrestricted view up underneath the shirt of her panty-less crotch.The view was quite good and unobstructed. Her vaginal lips were apparently quite smoothly shaven, except for the hint of a small patch of hair on the top of her mound.. No way could I wear that, I’d be practically naked!”“Sweetheart,” I told her, “You work in Victoria’s Secret. You sell sexy dresses all the time!”“But nothing like that!” she complained.I smiled at her and asked her to try it on. I took her by the hand and we found Marci and asked to use the fitting room. Marci saw the dress that I was holding and said to Jacqui, “You’ll look beautiful in that.”When Jacqui emerged from the fitting room a few minutes later, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was. Suddenly the bus halted at one of the stops, and i was amazed to see about 20-25 middle aged women board the bus. It seemed there was some meeting of a multi level marketing company, and these ladies had come to attend that. Since it was a night bus the driver had switched off all the lights except for a single dim night lamp. As i stood, the women filled the bus to the extent that it was fully packed. These women being typical indian housewives were a little plump, with ripe and juicy curves..