..She watched her breasts hanging and quivering, engorged nipples straining toward the floor, and through the space between them the small tuft of hai... matted and dripping with her juices. In time she closed her eyes, knowing that the sight of her body's response to him would only excite her more. Soon her eyes were clenched tight as she struggled to concentrate, to become whatever he wanted that night, at whatever cost.Her body shook in rhythmic spasms. Ridges of muscle rose between her. What is wrong with me she thought this is only a one-time thing - it's never going to happen again - so why am I thinking of eight or ten guys? "Because" said a small voice from the back of her mind, "You still have to pay off your bookie."She pulled up in front of her place and for several moments she sat staring straight with her hands on the wheel. It's not too late to back out she thought, all I have to do is tell these guys I've changed my mind and give them a ride back to the track. No,. I slowly traced my right middle finger along the moistened circle and wondered where the collected pool had come from. As I pondered my own question, I worked my finger into wider investigative circles until I reached the hood.Already at attention and wanting to play, my clitoris was peeking out from the burrow like a frightened turtle. The soft pink tissue yielded so easily underneath my fingers and I felt the jolts begin to intensify and that weighted anchor would surely be back in no time.. As she waited for him to arrive. I discussed lot of possibilities of seducing her co-traveller. When the passenger arrived, she was shocked to see that he is a friend of hers from college. He is a handsome Muslim and a strong guy. Finally she agreed to go with him and the bus management agreed since the passengers know each other. His name is Imran and he is 6 foot tall with wide built. The berth is not made for such wide people. Finally they both got into the berth. My wife to the window side.