Us din mai 2 ghante tak bus ka wait ki magar koi bus nai mili 2 ghan te bad ek bus aayi to usme itni jyada bheed thi ki kya btaun par mai kisi tarah u... bus me chadi bus me bilkul bi jagah nai thi tbi mai ek ladke jiski umar lagbhag 25 sal hogi se request kar ke uske bagal baith gayi us ladke ne bhe ed ka fayada utha ya aur dhere-2 mere peeth pe hath pher ne lga maine bheed ki wajah se use kuch nai kaha to uska hausla aur badh gya usne dhere se mera top khich kar uske andar apna hath dal kar. I felt Resi's hand return to my breasts, lube-coated fingers stimulating and pinching my swollen nipples. I started to fantasize; Resi was milking me and breast milk was flowing from my super sensitive nipples. My hips continued to arch uncontrollably, the sexual frustration becoming unbearable, and I could feel my sphincter start to complain from my continuous effort to close it. "I trust you, Resi," I called out. "I trust you with all of my heart!"I heard the bedroom door open and the sound. Well we no sooner got there and my husband disappeared. He had dressed as some kind of super hero, green makeup all over his face and this costume made him look way bigger than he really was, I could hardly recognize him. I had dressed as a southern belle, a little on the slutty side. Any way the night wore on and several drinks later and finally my husband returned. Or at least I thought it was him. He walked up and took my hand without saying a word and lead me to the elevator and then to. "Sure I guess," he said when I asked him in. His reply shocked me and it took me a moment to realize he has said yes. We went inside and I told him to make himself comfortable and brought us both a beer.I sat down next to him on the sofa and I started making polite conversation. Now that I had finally worn him down to the point of coming inside my home, I wanted to see how much more I could coax from him.I had no idea.I was busy chattering away like a pissed off squirrel when he turned to me..