But instead, I reached downbetween my thighs again, and sort of snuck up on thething, sliding my hand across my mound and over myswollen clit. Then, e...er so gently, I slid my fingertipacross the slick skin of whatever it was that wassticking out of my pussy.It began wriggle, but not randomly. I could feel itsinner end move, stretching and then contracting, sothat it was pushing in and out, probing even deeperthan before. I began to moan. It seemed to respond bymassaging me inside –. And I too wished her good and and slept. Next day I can’t able wait for the office to end and catch the bus. To my luck that day bus was not that rush few seats were empty and I take a seat of couple seat. In the next stop she entered the bus and I signaled her to sit beside me.She sat besides me with a angry look. She not even spoke a word to me. When the bus started I played my hand on her bare hip and pointed me finger on her navel and caressed. She smiled at me in a naughty way. I slowly. Her large nipples stood erect on her sweet breasts. I could see her pussy was red, hot and dripping. She moaned so loudly I was sure anyone else in the house could hear.She didn't care, she leaned forward to where I was still deep but could feel her clit on my abs. I curled my hips to meet her.and she moved like an a****l. She rode me as fast as she had.Soon I could see the sweat offer her forehead, sweat down her perfect cleavage.Soon between panted breaths, she. "It was George's birthday, and I found myself in the haunted house again with my two best childhood friends. We weren't celebrating. When I arrived at noon, I found Micah draped across George's lap like a pieta, not dead though he closely resembled a corpse. He breathed shallowly and his face, even in the dim light of the hurricane lantern, looked pasty. A couple feet in front of them lay the long blade of a chef's knife still bloody from its last slice. A noose dangled from the wall enclosing.