It was something that attracted her to him. He was competent, and it put her at ease, feeling that he could handle things. She watched his hand restin... on the gearshift lever. It was such a nice, masculine hand, with thick fingers and prominent knuckles. There was a light smattering of hair across the back of the palm, and the skin was smooth. She had always been especially attracted to powerful, masculine hands. Bill’s hands were absolutely dreamy. He smelled terrific. That was another thing. “Did you mean it, do you really want to see me fuck your mom?” She was now a bit embarrassed, but admitted she did in fact get excited by the idea of seeing it for herself. So I suggested an idea. “Why don’t I record it on my phone next time so I can show you when I get back?” ‘Oh my mom will never let herself be recorded,” she said. “Well, we don’t have to tell her. She is not very tech savvy and wouldn’t expect my phone to be recording.” And just like that we had a dirty little plan. I could. I saw her resting her head on the rod with closed eye and I started to play with all fingers and tried to give one pinch where I felt her shivering and a small movement that she wide her right leg which gave some space.I pinch her inner thighs over her saree as I pinched the lights in the bus gone off which immediately made to grab her thighs. I felt that she is moving little closer and found my hand locked btw her thighs.She came closer than she was before no words. I got a clear green signal. Fill her holes. Clay said and again I was lifted and lowered onto a cock facing the boy I was on and then bent over onto his cheast and his teeth dug into my flesh as it he was going to bite my nipples off. I moaned and said, Oh yes, bite them, bite my tits all over. I said and another mouth joined in. A cock was pushed into my ass as I was bent over and I moved to make sure it sank all the way in. Fuck man, her tits are bleeding. one girl said and I moaned, Yes, make them hurt, make them.