There was no doubt from her breathing and her response that Barbara liked it. I’d kiss my way done her body, licking and sucking her nipples. Again,...the speed of this trip was directly related to how hot Barbara was. The hotter she was the more she’d push on my shoulders. I’d always pause to tongue fucking her belly button. This was for me, not Barbara. I thought belly buttons were sexy as hell so I’d pause and enjoy hers. Barbara was always impatient for me to move on down, so I’d usually have. Me: I like you in red saree aunty. please wear that for me. Whenever you wear the red saree, I imagine that I am hugging you as tight as your saree. Can I watch you while you are changing? yesterday you were wearing that and I could not take my eyes off you. You look stunning in that. Also let your hair loose. I love it that way.She: idiot, you have been having a lot of thoughts about me. Makes me feel young.Me: darling change fast. I want to see my lovely lady in my favorite saree.She: ok. She wanted to cry. She wanted her mother. Once they got in the car Marion turned on Sorrel, ‘OK, I want to know everything.’ Sorrel kept her eyes on the road, ‘Wait till we get home.’ ‘No tell me now.’ ‘Ask your father.’ ‘No, you tell me.’ Sorrel looked down at the ring on her pinkie. She felt the necklace around her neck, ‘I have a hunch your father already knows what happened tonight, and already has something he wants to say.’ Marion was angry, hurt, and feeling a little guilty too, ‘You’re. I moaned harder, this time in surprise…She stared at me again, giving me an evil grin. But suddenly, after a few moments fingering my asshole, she took off that long finger out and got down from the bus.A couple hours later, I left my office to take the elevator, since my Boss was calling me from his office at the tenth floor.My surprise was great at the fifth floor; when the doors opened and entered the elevator that same hot black woman that had fingered me in the bus. The bitch just smiled.