Bus half hrs bad depart hona tha. mai bus me hi baitha tha qki bahar bht garmi thi. mera seat second las tha bus me. karib 15min bad nearly 28years ol... shadi shuda ladki aai aur mere bagal wale seat pe baithi. mai use dekhta hi reh gaya. khule bal aur mathe aur neck pe thoda pasina…. kya batau frnds kya khusbu tha. usne apne right hand me tatoo banwaya tha. usne mujhse kaha ki “kya aap mujhe window side wali seat de skte ho qki mere right hand me recent tatoo banwaya h to abi pain ho ra h”. She's beginning to rhythmically grind her tight pussy on your cock with each slow thrust you give her. You know you can't last long and another load of cum is eminent. Tell her she's such a good girl and she's an angel as you look at the whore she's becoming right before your eyes. With her little legs spread around your hips she's trying to lock her ankles and tiny feet together around you but they're just not long enough so her tiny spread legs just flap in the air as you continue to thrust. As I got dressed, I thought of many ways I could use the pictures I had of mom. Most of the thoughts were of how I could blackmail mom into letting me fuck her. My mom was still a great looking lady, nice tits that I thought had to be at least 34C cups, long legs, but best of all, she had a butt like no other one I had ever seen, it was the kind that each cheek would fit in the palm of each hand. I folded the pictures up, put them in my back pocket, and headed downstairs. Mom was at the stove. Sandi was starting to relax a little, letting me begin to pull my prick out of her.“No!” she cried, trying to reach back to hold me in. “leave it there for a while, you feel so good in me.”I stopped moving, holding her close. Becky twisted around, kissed Peter, and got up, headed for the downstairs bathroom, he followed her after a moment. My prick was very slowly starting to soften, the cock ring effect, Becky had mentioned once. We cuddled quietly.“I do good?” I asked softly.“You have to.