The first 3 seats were occupied by some Haryanvi type of studs. When we were passing, they were giggling (don’t know why).Suddenly my wife lost her ...alance and fell in the lap of one of them. I picked her up and said sorry but they replied welcome in the most weird way.The others were saying, “kya kismat hai teri ladke” (how lucky you are).Finally, we sat on tour seats. I was sitting at the boys and she was on my left hand.After then, there was a Muslim family which included one mid-aged man. Azem spread my legs a bit more and kissed my ears again and again. I heated like a factory’s machine. Drops of sweat ran down my forehead mingling with tears every push forced out of my eyes. He craved for my body. He squeezed, caressed or spanked any part of it within his reach. I straightened my hands and leaned on them. In a second I kneeled. He stooped behind me. ‘You are a definition of motherfucking divine,’ Azem gasped as he pulled my hips against his boner. ‘Why didn’t I meet you. "You were squirming in your seat and had a look of pleasure on your face, that’s all."Quick thinking saved Mary, "I was remembering the night we had sex in the booth at the strip club if you must know. This booth looks similar somehow."Jeff just looked at her and said, "Okay."At that point Mary looked up, a couple had just walked in. She could see they were married, and happily so. She couldn’t figure out why, but to her, they seemed a little out of place. As she watched them they both locked. She opened her mouth and held her breath trying not to throw up, "Hey there's a free asshole anyone!" John offered."My turn," Olly chuckled and he came around behind Zeta as she sucked his brothers cock clean and shoved his cock in her now stretched but very hot ass hole."Oh," Zeta protested but her ass was so well lubed with Grant’s cum that there was no pain this time just waves of ecstasy and quite suddenly she felt herself slipping into orgasm once again."Bloody hell she’s cunning again!".