.To bhir bus me koi daba deta h to main maze le leti hu ! Lekin is baar baat kuch alag thi !Main apne mama ghar se by bus ghar wapas aa rahi thi. Bus ...aat ki thi to mama ji bus stop chor ne aaye the. Bus me chadte hi mujhe ek window wala seat mi gaya. Hm waha bethte hi,ek middle aged aadmi mere bagal wale seat me baitha.He lukd vry fatherly gentleman sort. Bus raat ke 8bje rawana hui. I was wearin a black short skirt with a pink colord shit..Jisme se mera black laced bra saaf nazar aa raha tha. "I understood her inference that we might be living together soon and have to admit it was my next step in the progression of finding if we were compatible with each other. We had not run into to any major glitches yet and had really given our relationship a long time to simmer.We strolled from the boat in the evening Boston crush of tourists as if we were the only ones there, hugging and holding each other, making eyes, and looking into each other's anticipatory smiles.Once in the Hotel we. We talked. We talked for hours. She told me her story and how she wanted to leave her husband and how she had told him, but how he hadn't took it so well. I said I understood. I had known a few of the types before--those guys that marry the first piece they ever come inside. I told her so but said it was different with him, maybe because of his religion. She wrote back that she didn't care. She wanted an American man to come over and lay her right. I told her I was a beer drinking, truck. I try to remain still and relaxed, but I cannot help as my body responds. My ass is raised slightly, and my legs are parted more than when I first laid down but I do not know when this happened. My skin is electrified even as their hands work the oil in all over. As fingers work closer and closer, sometimes passing over my clit, or my lower lips, or even my anus, my desire grows for more and more. On one stroke through the area, and a familiar slick sensation follows his fingers, I am.