But no, I’m not. I find my seat, and it feels real. The seatbelt clasp is cold and hard. The sun streaming through the window onto my face is warm. ...y heart beats so hard, I fear every passenger can hear it. This is real. I open my book and try to lose myself in it to avoid losing my mind on this cross-country trip. It is torture, knowing that the next person to embrace me will be you, but that I must wait the 3+ hours until I get there. I am reading Walden, and it’s no use. It reminds me of. I asked what it for was, she replied: jab tum meri choot chatoge tab usme strawberry sause dalke chatna, n jab mai tumhara lund chusungi mai uspe chocolate sauce dalke chusungi. I was amazed to hear such language from her.I took the strawberry sauce bottle then inserted the tip in her pussy and poured in the sauce and started licking like a mad dog. She was shouting ooohhh…..aaaahhh…..yeeesss….yesss….cum on Rahul…….chew it baby. This continued for 10 mins n she came twice, I drank all her cunt. Before I could even turn around Ahmed pushed me faced down onto my couch, I kicked off my heels and felt his hands squeezing my arse, he was kissing and fondling each of my big jiggly cheeks, I pretended to struggle when he gave each cheek a nice big smack! "Ooooh" I said. He then gave out a moan as he buried his nose deep between my asscheeks, he was loving this and so was I, I was loving every second. "take off my fucking thong NOW you naughty naughty boy!" I turned round and demanded. I. He showed me the screen. “What do you think?”I saw a dazed-looking woman in artsy glasses, the lower half of her face wrapped around a cock. It looked more like a dog’s snout than a woman’s face. Practically deformed. But she looked happy. I looked happy. I was happy.My husband stroked and petted my head like I was an animal. Which I guess I was right now—all biology and need. He leaned back into the couch. “Keep it up,” he said.After a while I stopped looking at him, just enjoying the.