I also secretly enjoy the stares & peeks I receive when the pallu drifts a bit, to the side. The incident I am about to narrate, happened in one of my...bus journey in a Delhi blue line . Sometimes when the bus is crowded there will be some strange hand trying to caress my butt, and after a while, sensing the lack of resistance, usually advance the hand to my bare hip. I like this part especially since I am ticklish around my hips & belly and get very excited when caressed there. My courage. His wife stretched then walked to Lynette. “Now, what do we do with you?”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Father Hyrum Augustine woke up from a dark dream, the first golden rays of sunlight peaking through a gap in the curtain and landing right on his eyes. A soft voice talked in the background, droning on, like the news.The priest stared at the sun. His soul felt...unburdened. The feminine presence, the demon he had glimpsed in the final moments of consciousness sucking Damien's cock was gone from. I was loving each sensation that absorbed into my well-developed sex muscle as his ass ring did a kind of massage on my thick shaft. Almost pushed fully inside Qasim, I paused to feel the flexing, squeezing muscles on my swollen cock. Qasim was relaxing and accepting my length into his happy bowels. As his cavity walls grabbed my sex meat, I produced some loud and very natural grunts about his still very tight ass trench. During our fucking process, we both felt the extremely innate desire to. So much for starting slow. His dick was forced down my throat and began to grow, as did the activity of my gag-reflex. I glanced up to see him looking up out of pleasure, and tore my head away from the barrage of genitalia. "Hey hey hey, give me a minute, this is my first time. Let me do this," I urged him. Before he could respond, I licked his entire cock up and down several times. Fully erect, it appeared to be around 7 inches, a perfect length. I had practiced on several phallic objects in.