She was an avrage looking lady with wheatish looks. She was not having gorgeous looks or sexy figure. But she was having a sweet smile.As I seated, we...greeted each other with a warm smile. She was wearing a light pink colored saree. Then the bus started. She was sitting on the window side. We started talking with each other on general issues. During talks I came to know, she was leaving near to my native place and now she was returning back after meeting some of her relatives in Mumbai. After. . what are you doing in here?"I smirked at him, leaned forward so he could see more of my cleavage. His eyes darted about, comparing the colouration of my skin and position of moles and blemishes on my chest to the images flashing behind me. As his haw swung open in shock, his lust-smoked blue eyes bulged with the realisation that he'd been chatting with, drooling over, and fantasising about his mother!"Don't be coy, baby," I cooed, settling myself in his lap. His cock throbbed, bouncing this. She crosses her legs and her arms and leans as far into the corner as she can, to make herself invisible, to sort her feelings and get control of them. There is general conversation. He is telling stories about major blunders during their performances, about prima donnas and untied Pointe shoes. She makes just a small comment now and then. She’s normally active in these things, but she needs to look at him closely and can’t do it while people look at her. Why does she feel this way? Is there. When I finally came up for air there was some guy I’d never seen before with his red cock sticking out of his zipper. ‘Who the fuck are you?’ ‘That’s my brother Jammie. He likes to watch but it looks like he’s asking you for a quicky blowie. Jamme had a bit of a studder but I got the confirmation when he said, ‘Cu..cu..cud you help me miss, I’m so excited I’m go..o..o ..o..ing to ex..ex..ex..plode.’ What can I say, I’m a sucker for a person who asks for help. Yeah, sucker, cock sucker to be.