She had a slight disappointment but then she began to settle down in her seat and in few minutes’ bus started to move. I saw her struggling to settl... down in her seat trying to get comfortable. But she wanted the window seat, although it was an a/c coach and window did not matter at all. But she asked me after 30 minutes “are you awake”? I replied, “yes, what’s the matter”? She said that she is not comfortable on her berth as she usually travel on window side, which gives her road view, as she. My favorite spot has an arcade, and one small theater and a larger theater. I was sitting on the couch at the back of the larger theater and as I expected was alone. I did bring a fresh bottle of poppers, just in case I got lucky. I was there for about an hour and with no activity I was just to get up and leave, when I heard the bell on the door. I decided to wait and see if he would enter the theater where I sat anxiously. Now, before I go any further let me give you a little idea of this. "Oh my god,",I wondered, "would he have sex with me there in front of everyone."He pushed my neck down, bending me and making me ready for him, his finger exploring my ass, deeper and deeper.I closed my eyes and felt the sensation, crying out in pain and pleasure. One of his hands was stroking my back riding me like I was a horse and the other was priming my ass, finger going deeper and deeper, increasing the pressure."You are mine, my girl," he said aloud, sending waves of pleasure through me,. He may’ve been gay, and I may’ve been a woman. But he sure seemed happy digging his cock up my husband’s asshole while I dug my finger up his tight man-cunt. He even couldn’t help pushing back his bottom against my probing fingers, the slut! Happy birthday, sweetheart,” I said to my husband as our masseur pumped his ass fast and furious, slamming the full thick length of his shaft up my husband’s bottom as Rohit pushed back greedily against Vishal’s deep thrusts. He was really pounding it.