So I had him cornered, I felt confident, she was smallish and fat, I was slimmer, taller and more shapely, she was sitting and out of sight, I was pur...osely pressing my bum into his crotch, and here is where the fun is, he is not going to call out, or push me off, none would believe him, so I pressed a little harder, and aided by the bus movement, felt his bulge move across one buttock onto the next and back again, now he suspected I would know he was hard, it was so obvious, and still I. After that I send him emails in which it was me & Neeraj & Swati fucking in the same bed. Neeraj told me that Swati got very aroused reading that & literally ripped his clothes off & begged him to fuck her senseless. She was becoming the kind of slut that Neeraj wanted. So he called me to his home to spend the weekend with the couple. I went there in the afternoon & we sat together & had a little chit chat & soon the conversation was of sex & blowjob & fantasies & all that.Swati was blushing at. My eyes widened in horror as I realized what they were: my French notes. I held my breath again, blinking my eyes in disbelief, as Mark finally came, squeezing his penis from the base to the tip, milking spurts of white droplets from it. He released a low growl as he did this, breathing as if he’d just finished running. My legs had locked from standing for so long, I was afraid to move, and I only breathed when I absolutely had to. I waited, for what seemed like an eternity, for Mark to collect. ’ but there was no reply, only the sound of the door opening and closing. I couldn’t understand what Tom was up to but I just lay here revelling in the after glow of a good fucking. Then I heard the door again, then hands on my hips, a cock entering my pussy but his time it was a fast and furious fuck. It got me going but I didn’t reach a climax. The cock shot it’s hot sponk into me, then withdrew. Then another set of hands, another cock entering my sloppy pussy. What was going on here? Who.