I could barely manage good . She then went under her blanket and asked me you dont change before sleeping, karan and then said now for sound sleep, yo... should change into something more comfortable .There was some sort of command and I had to change. As I put down my jeans, a huge bulge was there in my jockeys. I tried to make it fast so that Mamta Miss doesnt see it but she surely did ( she told me later ). I changed into my bermudas and a T shirt. The effect of what I saw was still there and. While I was working nights on security in London a figure dressed in black with a balaclava hood covering its head opened the unlocked patio door to enter our house. Sarah as usual was sat in front of the television watching some early morning movie dressed in simply her nightie with a pair of skimpy white knickers on and feet in slippers fast asleep. The figure glancedin the lounge then crept silently up the stairs the stair carpet keeping any noises of foot steps quiet. It stopped in our. In the meantime, bus conductor had to pass through us.As the bus was fully crowded, in order to give way to him I had to lean on her to give conductor way. There was no visible emotion in her. I moved back and the conductor crossed me. In order to avoid physical contact with the conductor (I thought so) she moved back. She was leaning completely on me. She was there in that position for nearly a min or so. I was out of this world.In the meantime, we have reached another stop and the person in. She unbuttoned her blouse and freed her tits from their bra confines: his face buried in the freckled, coconut-scented flesh between her bosoms, sucked at her raisin-like nipples as he haphazardly continued his hip gyrations up and down. Holding her breath, holding her mouth open in a moment of bliss, she let herself go in a shuddering orgasm...the first time she recalled reaching one before her partner. "Cum in me...I want you to cum in me...cum w/ me, baby" she whimpered to him, but also to.