A bright object caught my eye. A wagon, drawn by a decrepit looking old horse, was slowly turning into the square from the old city gate. By its gaudy...decoration I recognized it as a gypsy wagon. Gypsies were a nuisance, but one could always put a squeeze on them for more money, and with their transient habits they could even be used to do some unsavoury jobs, and then sent on their way.As the wagon stopped right below me, I got a good view. Its driver was a swarthy man, in bright clothing, who. ..I was imagining him getting a glimpse and slipping his hand up her skirt to touch her wet pussy.as the bus stopped at the first stop on the edge of town most people got off, freeing up a lot of seats. so i sat on the isle seat next to my wife.it was dark on the bus but still light enough for the passengers to see each other. and we could see there was another couple one seat down on the opposite isle.i started to kiss my wife as i was turned on by the thoughts I’d had and before long it. The concave table was filling up with warm cum. Marie helped me roll over and over in it to make sure every bit of me was bathed in it.”You dirty boys want to see me make this dirty, stuck-up, little bitch squirt?” she yelled to a cheering crowd.She then started finger fucking me in that special way only she knew and soon had me squirting like a fire hose into the thrilled crowd. Some of them were trying to catch my squirt in their mouths and others started catching it and using it as lubricant. Damn there was a moment I was thinking I wish this could stop just for a little time because the spanking was hurting but in a pleasurable way mmmmmm. He pulled me coser to him and started to bite my ass cheek, I was now laying on his belly and leg, I mean my ass was to his face and my head to his cock mmmmm I was still sucking on him when he asked me to stop because he did not want to cum yet. I was just there laying on his body while he kept playing with my pussy put some saliva on his.