I felt Sharri hugging me tightly as my aching body was wracked by deep heartfelt sobs.It seemed like Sharri held me to her chest all day long as I cri...d my heart out. Twice a quiet voice intruded and both times Sharri shushed them.Eventually my tears dried up and even my dry sobs settled down.“Do you feel better for that?” Sharri asked me.I was about to say are you joking or what? When I suddenly realised she was right, I did.“A little thanks. Is Richard here?” I asked fearfully, what would I. Imagine the fun that we could all have together, wouldn’t you say? He’ll be bent over and pegged, too, I think. Imagine that!” Mom encouraged Tricia, who got a wicked look on her face as she dialed up her boyfriend’s phone number.“Hey, honey, can you come over to Mom’s place? I’m crashing here tonight again. Oh, and I’ve been fucking my brother, Harry, as well as his date from last night and our mother. We’ve all been fucking, babe. Let’s not leave you out of the fun. I want to see you get well. So I rushed to majestic bus stop to checkout a bus. To my luck I could get one but with only the last row seat available. I said ok, motive is to reach so bought a ticket and stepped in.I am Rajesh, 29 year old married, from Chennai. I got a nice curvy wife who also likes ample sex. We do it at least 2 times a day or maybe 3 when time permits. That’s about me. When I got in, thinking of a nice companion besides me, again lady luck struck and I was besides a 35 year old busty lady. She eyed me. Her little titties were nothing but points that served to punctuate the art work on her thin shirt. There was a picture of kitten, and written underneath was PET MY PUSSY.Driving a van with no windows in back, I pulled up next to the girl in the pink shirt. “Hey, little pussy,” I said, nodding to her chest, “need a ride anywhere?” She made a show of thinking about it, then she shrugged and climbed in.No matter how many times it happened, I didn’t mess with her, even though I wanted to. She.