I pressed it like mixing chapatti batter. After a few minutes of fingering I felt some kind of liquid in her vagina and speed up my moving. By her exp...essions I felt that she is getting so much of excited and in the same excitement she kept her right hand below my travel bag which is on my lap and she touched my aroused cock. By this time bus reached Chandapura and so removed my hands and both of us were sitting as such nothing has happened. That drunken guy and some other people from the bus. The door closed behind me and with the hall light gone it was dark. The drapes were closed and it took a few moments for eyes to adjust. My wife was nude, kneeling on the bed in only her nylons and high heels. He was positioned behind her driving his cock into her vigorously. The bed rocked and her tits swayed with each pounding thrust. The smacking of their skin sounded almost like the clapping of hands. It didn’t seem to have taken them much time to get down to business. I guess he passed on. .. ahhh... mmm..." Sunny moans as she pulls off her t-shirt, exposing her perfect five-star breasts. Shawn slides his tongue deep into her twat, touching a spot inside her that makes Sunny squeal. "Ohhh fuck... stop... get those cocks out..."Hunter and Shawn smirk as they stand up and quickly remove their clothing. Sunny licks her lips as she eyes up the well toned bodies of both men and gets down on to her knees. She takes hold of both men's cock and strokes them both for a moment before. During September, Suzanne made appearances on several local morning news-hour talk shows to discuss her book on Wendy. Suddenly the Chicago press seemed interested in what Suzanne had to say about a broad range of issues, ranging from her opinions of gambling to censorship and artistic freedom. On three different September mornings Amy and Robert watched Suzanne in television studios being interviewed by local news anchors. Suzanne was likeable on television. She was not flamboyant and did not.