When we got on the bus, we had to go and sit on the back seat because that's where rebels-without-a-clue sit. And as the bus did its stop/start, stop/...tart, stop/start journey, my twin mounds of Australian sandstone went whackety-whack up and down on the barely upholstered seat, and my bounteous jigglies of lusciousness were twerking on my chest like Miley Cyrus at the MTV Awards, and my fiery noobs of suffering were rubbing themselves in violent abandon on my skimpy blouse of concealment. As. .ye aag buzado….maine tumhari har bat mani hain…pl ab shuru ho jao”…….atyadhik uttejana,sex ki aag,hawas ke toofan me ghiri rashmi laj,sharm chhod kar gidgida rahi thi.ab monty bhi use aur tadpane ke mood me nahi tha, khud ko bhi raha nahi ja raha tha, usane rashmi ki tange failai, chut pahale se hi garm aur gili thi, pahale bhi chud chuki thi, lubrication ki koi jaroorat nahi thi, monty ne lund nishane pe lagaya ayr ek jor ka zataka lagaya…….rashmi ki chhikh nikal gayi, wo chhatpatane lagi,. Ami hrboriye bollam, –“han, amay shikhiye de…ami sattii e byapare kichhui jani na. Amar sharirta ki rakom jeno korchhe……..”O amay du hat diye jorie dhorlo, amakeo bollo joriye dhorte. Tarpar, ek pa amar komorer upor tule diye, pashe goriye gelo. Amar upor chore boslo, gudtheke barata na khulei.Or hatuduto amar komorer dupashe, amar mukher dike takiye haslo, buke or maiduto jhulonto kono faler mato dekhte lagchhilo. Oi jhulonto falduto amar chapta buke alto kore nariye dilo. Tate or maier shakto. I wiped up the jizzm from his stomach that had started running down the sides of his torso, then gently ran the towel up and down his softening cock, wiping way oil and cum, but being careful not to overstimulate the sensitive tip.When he as cleaned up, he climbed off the table and began dressing. I started to pull my tank top down over my jiggling boobs, but he stopped me and said, “No…leave them out. You have amazing tits, and I love looking at them.” So, I stood there with my breasts swaying.