I slept listening to a song as I was tired. I didn’t remember when the bus started and my co-passenger came beside me. Then I felt someone waking me...up. When I opened my eyes there she was – the beauty hot bomb in a sleeveless blouse with saree. I’m always mad for women in saree.That too sleeveless and backless blouse. After seeing her I thought I was in a dream. As she was wearing saree as well as sleeveless and backless. Then she said that as she was getting bored and was unable to sleep she. ‘We’re both loving this cruise. How have you been? We haven’t seen you for a couple of days,’ answered Mr. Whitehouse. Could they be senile? ‘I’m doing great. I was hoping you two could help me with something.’ ‘Sure Gerry. What is it?’ asked Mrs. Whitehouse. ‘Well, I was wondering if you could describe Penny for me.’ They both gave me surprised looks. ‘What is this, some weird game that you young people play?’ asked the husband. ‘Now, now. Just play along, dear.’ Mrs. Whitehouse then turned to. He pitied his brother saddled with not only his primed and always ready wife, but having to service Samantha and young Lucy as well. Those three fillies were certain to drain poor Saul of all his manly juices in a way that would make him unable to walk straight for the next twenty-four hours. In any event, it was a darn sight better than heading home from the saloon with a set of blue balls from the teasing bad girls with no goal other than separating him from anything of value and sending him. Well, duh! So he must be a woman. One or the other. But why? Different strokes." You must certainly have noticed that a lot of things happened at the same time around five months ago. Monica got bored with your gentle decency and fucked someone with balls, and got her cunt planted by one of the great cocksmen in this part of the country. Then she breached a hard-argued three year old agreement with her husband never to say anything about his compulsive cross-dressing, and instead she started to.