Now Shalu asked me laughing “You don’t feel uncomfortable sitting next to me without me wearing my dupatta, do you Riya.?” She was k**ding me. L...ughing. I was like – “Hey, this is too much”. I said, laughing. (meaning, we were just girls and friends moreover.) And in some time, the rain drops started falling on us, inside the bus. But just one by one, here and there. And when one drop fell on Shalu’s hand (on her wrist), instead of wiping it, she took her hand near her mouth and gave a quick. "Oh yes, Grandma, that's it, fuck the hell out of me," he cried out. "Yes, almost there, just a little bit...oh shit...I mean...sorry Grandmas...fuck I'm cumming."Then I felt it, his cum shoot up inside of me, hard, hot, and a lot of it. I gradually slowed down until I couldn't feel his cum any longer."We haven't done that in a little while," I reminded him."I don't know why not," he said. "I always enjoy it when we fuck. Hey, where's Dad? He couldn't be here or you wouldn't be doing this.". She went on to explain that he is a large man and is a very dominant sort of man, that she liked him and was planning on fucking him. I told her I did not want her to fuck him since he lived so close. He may tell others in our complex and it could cause problems. She asked me if I liked watching her get fucked from behind as I sat on the floor, she knew I did. She asked, what do you like about it? I told her I loved seeing their cocks go from soft to hard in her mouth, how they slapped her clit. When I mean very outgoing, I mean very outgoing. Not afraid to flirt, not afraid to get sexual, not afraid to be outspoken, and not afraid to speak her mind. Miranda also didn't hesitate to act on things she had feelings for.One thing I'd discovered about Miranda was that she was willing to flirt with me, come onto me, and had no regard for what anyone may think. The only problem is, being best friends with her sister Amanda, I knew it could become a serious problem if anyone found out. The.