Thodi der baad meine dekha woh kapde sukhane chat pe aayi hai mera lund phir khada ho gaya. Mein khidki(window) ki taraf gaya aur dekha ki unki juicy ...avel jo bhiga hua tha kya mast lag raha tha. Unka kamar saree se saaf visible tha unka side boobs aur kamar aur navel dekha toh mera lund bina haat lagaye khada hone laga. Unhone mujhe dekh liya aur apne chat se meri khiki ki thodi karib aayi. Phir meine apne lund ko zor zor se stroke kar raha tha ek ek nas dikh rahi thi mere lund ki. Woh apne. She stroked slowly and with purpose as she leaned in directly over his cock with her face and let her saliva roll off the tip of her tongue and onto the head of his cock, which had begun to swell, its veins bulging, the dark skin glistening in the sunlight. She must have had a tight hold on his balls because as the color of his straining cock changed to a deep purplish-red, the head of it seemed to massively swell. He was moaning, and she was letting tiny, barely audible gasps escape from her. I turned back and saw real Anjali there. She was smiling and said hey i am Anjali, and you are looking that lady. I was wondered to see that Anjali was so beautiful with 5.5 ft hight, excellant personality with 36d boobs, . I took her hand in my hand and took her to my bike and we both went to a AC restaurant where we can have north indian dishes. We both went to a corner table and comfortably occupied the seats and i asked her to order what ever she want. She ordered gobi and pottatto fry. I heard a zipper as the footsteps approached. I continued to suck the cock in my mouth, and suddenly it swelled, and shot its hot sticky juice down my throat. He came so much, I could barely swallow it all. Then I heard the drivers voice say, “Nobody has fun on my bus without me, and my wife is riding, so she wants to have fun also.” She then sat on the seat in front of me, rubbing her clit. I could see she was already dripping wet. She began to stroke my breast and kiss my neck. The driver.