My step mom was laughing and teasing me.I had just started college. It was a 25 minute bus ride. I used to leave home at around 7am and come back by 6...m. In the evening bus sometimes, I see the hijras board the bus. So many times, I took the next bus, if I saw them. One day it so happened that after I got in, they also got it. Sukanya was also there. I was sitting in the middle row and she was standing. The person sitting next to me got up and got down from the bus, for it was his stop. Now I. He was like a guide who taught me how to live life and some art of living as well. What I learned from him was he was a widower and did not have any children to look after. He was a middle class man with a decent salary. His wife passed away 8 years back and he had moved on after her demise. We both became very close to each other and started to watch movies also now and then. Until this time and he did not have any sexual feelings towards each other.Until, one of my ex partner came to my room. Jake was kneeling on my back keeping me on my stomach while someone else had a hold of my hair again. ?Hey, Pete,? Jake barked, ?in the corner, on the second shelf over there, there’s some duct tape. Grab it and bring here.? Peter came right over with the tape. ?Now, tape up his hands real good.? I struggled but to no avail. In a moment my hands were helpless to me. ?Johnny,? I heard Jake’s voice again, ?get me one of the ping pong paddles from the basement.? ?Will do,? was the. She leaned over to one side, to roll us over. “Can we go back to how it was?” she asked.“Try this,” I smiled, and nudged her up. I followed her with my cock and began to fuck upwards. She got the idea and held herself over me while I fucked her again.It took a few minutes till she came for her second time, but she loved it as much as the first, and I loved cumming into her as much as the first time too.She subsided onto me again, twitching happily. She was warm, fragrant, and infinitely sexual..