.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. John leaned down and kissed her fiercely, his lips pressing firmly against hers, causing her to moan lustily. He pulled back and stared at her face as her chest heaved up and down, her breathing heavy with passion. “You better strip, before I tear those clothes off you,” he advised her, releasing her and removing his own top.Calara panted with lust and grabbed the bottom of her sports bra, arching her back so that she could pull it straight over her head and freeing her proud breasts. She. Kissing and loving his beautiful man parts and ass hole.I even watched the basketball games and figured out how long after the game it would take him to get here and would have the beer out on the coffee table for when he came in if he decided to come over after the game.Once or twice, I left the door open a bit so he could walk right in and I knelt on the floor with the beer in my hand and when he walked in I handed him his beer, unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out and started blowing him. The couple stepped out first and again said good night to us, we walked away from the elevator and greeted the doorman which I could bet he had seen more things that he could remember and did not even stair. The click clack sound from our high heel boots were as they should making an statement, what was it? I have no idea, but it was great. We took a taxi the the 87. As usual on a Saturday night, the place had a long line. We waited til Francesca the club owner spotted me and my companion..