She didn't need to be any hornier or hotter than she already was.As she pushed her basket up and down the aisles she was surprised at the attention sh... was drawing. She was wearing jeans, a sweatshirt and a pair of sandals and she was still being scoped out. Of course the jeans were tight and they did show off her tight butt and she wasn't wearing a bra so her breasts did do some interesting things to her sweatshirt when she moved.It just wasn't fair. She had dressed down because she didn't. On boarding the metro I generally prefer sitting on the seat adjacent to the seat reserved for ladies as I get to feel their body when the metro jerks, mostly women know what I am upto and cooperate as they have fun too. That day too I was sitting on my favourite seat when a woman in her late 30s came and sat next to me.She was wearing a red kurti with a white salwar that was hugging her ass cheeks, I could partially see her cleavage and was thanking god that this bitch was going to sit next to. I told her to try two fingers, then I wanted three. At that point she stopped what she was doing and sat up on the bed. She looked straight at me. I didn’t know what she was thinking of what she was going to say or do next. Then she stood up, walked over to her wardrobe, and brought out a shoebox. She brought it over to the bed and handed it to me. ‘Look inside’ she said, so I did. I was faced with several dildos of different lengths and thicknesses. ‘Pick one’ she said. So I pulled out a 7′. They fucked her in every conceivable position including upside down and she begged them for more. They spunked all over her. And when she was hungry they fed her with spunk. And when she was thirsty they refreshed her. After all, each man had his own liquid dispenser. And Dawn gobbled the lot down. It was about eight at night when I came back. The guys were just finishing and were pretty well finished themselves. “She is one fucking hot bitch,” Tom said easing his underpants back over a very.