Second-hand taste, but satisfying, just like standing next to a smoker when you desperately need a puff on a cigarette, but don’t have one yourself....I ask you to turn around. You ask why. I tell you that I am getting your surprise ready. You turn around. I unzip my pants and pull my cock out through the fly, and I stroke myself to orgasm and cum into your panties. You couldn’t help yourself and you turned around mid-way through my self-pleasure and watched me as I filled your panties with my. I had noted that they were a young muslim couple - he acted all tough and she was subservient to him, dressed in that head to toe covering.I had tried to engage them in conversation when I jogged past but he had just ignored me. She hung back in the background, but from what I could see she was very young (based on her hands which was all I could see).I watched the cam footage from their house with interest. They had very little in terms of furniture and other possessions. I picked up nothing. I asked her if she was going to have sex with him. "Who said I was going to have sex with him. He just invited me out to lunch, darling!" She replied, but by the wicked little smile on he face I knew better. The mere thought that she might be fucking her first man (besides me) was enough to get my cock rock solid. I made her promise me she that if she was fucking other men, she would ride them bareback and allow the stud to cum deep inside her tiny twat. She was to not wash it out, but to bring. When the bus stopped at Dharampur for tea, she asked for my company to toilet. After coming back, we had a light snacks and a drink and we again boarded the bus.Then none of us slept and continued talking till Solan, when I had to get down the bus. I reached home, having her in my dreams and suddenly a message was received on my cell phone. It was her message and she had written that we had a fantastic journey and that she will never forget this journey. She had a great time. I was over whelmed.