.It became a matter of routine to attend Raman Bhai every day in the tiffin break.I got used to directly sit in his lap on my own without being asked ...nd kiss his lips.He would push his hand inside my shirt and gently rub on the back and chest….pinch my nipples one after the other……squeeze the butts…give jerk of his hip on my butts….I could feel the his hard bone thumping on the butts.While he would do like this his group claps and laughs in chorus and ask Raman Bhai.. when and where is the. She wore a light blue, figure hugging body con dress that barely skimmed her ass cheeks. At one point, I watched her dance for such a long time, I didn’t realise Max was sitting next to me. “Enjoying the show?!” He jokingly asked.“Me …Oh erm, yeah well, good day?” I stuttered.Max laughed and his eyes twinkled. I could see that images of the girl burying her face in my pussy were flashing through his mind. “Well, fancy a dance?”“Yes please!” I said eagerly. My legs were stiff with a day of no. However he looked strong enough to kill a man without even touching his weapons, his hands were big enough to crush a skull without much effort. She was seemingly unaware of his presence. At least he thought she was until her voice broke the silence between them, ‘Did you need something?’ He froze in his steps. ‘Yes… Captain.’ He said his voice revealed his respect for his captain, as well as a little fear. Just the way she liked it. ‘The men wanted to know, well they wished to know….’ ‘Spit it. She was immediately back to her tricks and was putting her hands on my backside and round to my cock, squeezing it as I rode along, and ensuring it was hard.We dumped the bike in long grass and wandered along the shore, hand in hand until we reached the caves. I knew a spot where we could lie totally out of sight from any walkers and led her to it. We lay down and she climbed on top of me kissing my face and lips with such passion. I slowly undid her blouse and was soon kissing her firm tits.