Well on this particular day we had both finished work a few hours earlier than normal and Mas suggested that rather than catching an early bus, we hav... a few drinks in the bar near the bus stop and catch the bus as normal. Although this time when we finally got on the bus Mas suggested with a cheeky smileand a naughty wink that we go up onto the upper deck. I selected a seat near the back and Mas to my surprise sat next to me. As the bus started on its way Mas rested her head on my shoulder so. Maaa ko chodo….madarchod zor se chod….beta chod mujhe…phad de meri choot, behnchod chod !!!!!!!!”Main bhi utejit tha aur apna lund zor zor se pel raha tha. Mera lund Rekha ke chut ras se bheeg chuka tha aur chamak raha tha. Phach phach ki awaz se kamra gunjne laga aur mera lund piston ban kar meri maa ki chut mein aa ja raha tha,”ohhhhhh….Rekhaaaaa….maaaaaaaa….meri rani biwi…kitni tight hai teri choot? Issi chut se nikala tha mujhe? Teri ussi chut ko chod raha hoon mein maa…kitna anad de rahi. The first four lashes were easy, both in technique and in force. Almost certainly there were people watching that would understand this detail. It was alright, because it was foreplay. With enough of the right sort of foreplay a climax is possible. The fifth and sixth lashes were serious in anyone's book. Not only were they barely pulled, I landed them on the tender areas behind the knees. As I suspected there were at least two in my audience commenting for the rest. I gave them a minute to do. I approached and she saw me. She blushed. I knew she wondered what I’d seen. ‘Yon gent a little too frisky?’ I asked. She looked relieved and nodded. ‘Allan,’ she said. ‘Do me a favour. Put your hand on my thigh, then move it up nearer to my crotch.’ ‘Why, madam,’ I jested. ‘We’ve hardly been introduced.’ ‘Shut up and do it,’ she commanded. I obeyed. I could see him bristle out of the corner of my eye, but Ann was looking directly at him with a smile. ‘That’ll teach him,’ she said, then looked.