I withdrew from her breasts and tackled her onto the loveseat, lying on top of her like a man in missionary position. Then, I pulled her clothes the r...st of the way off. She hadn't been wearing underwear. Her pussy was pink and wet.I kissed it. I ate her out while she buried her fingers in my hair and called me her 'Mistress' and moaned.After I brought her to orgasm, I laid down on top of her and kissed her face, her neck. Her hands wandered across my back and cupped my ass. She fingered my. But, I heard a few buses were plying though. I called my wife and asked her to walk up to the bus-depot and meet me there. But at the bus depot, it was chaos. It seemed almost everyone in the city was taking buses.Nirmala, was very worried. She said, " Jeevan, how can we travel like this ? "I replied, " Nimmi, we have to. We have no choice "Nirmala looked tired. Her saree was crumpled. Her hair looked disheveled, after an overnight stay in her office. After a long wait, our bus arrived. But,. Wow kya naram hath the uske, sleeveless cream colour ke top aur blue jeans mein woh kamal lag rahi thi. Maine dekha ki uska jeans ghutno se thoda hi niche aa raha tha.Maine note kiya ki uske top ka nichla sira aur jeans ke upri hisse ke beech gap tha jisme se uska pet aur nabhi dikh rahi thi. Uske hath mein ek chota sa purse tha aur Sumo ke hath mein kadran bada bag tha. Usne bag ek chair par rakhte hue poocha, “ Bathroom kidhar hai, sali waat lag gayi yaar shifting mein.”Maine use bataya woh. Veronika wore a Herve Leger foil-printed sleevelessdress. Shimmering bands of gold circled the dress and hugged all of hercurves. Jean still had on her Gucci outfit and her hair was styled insoft red waves that spilled over her shoulders. The difference betweenthe two women was striking -- the shining gold dress and bare legs ofVeronika contrasted completely with the black dress and black leather-encased legs of Jean.Jack didn't know who looked better, which was a great compliment toJean. She.