I wanted to think it was in spite of feeling the dildo moving in my ass that I was beginning to reach for my orgasm. Marty read me like a book. Just b...efore I could come he moved away and left me moaning in frustration because I'd been so close. Shit! For five or six times now I'd been brought so dmned close to orgasm just to be left aching! Marty laughed at my moan, calling me his little bitch in heat. Gathering my blouse and skirt he dropped them at my feet. Un-clipping the chain from my ankle. Because of high rush for the festivals I managed to get a seat in a non-volvo but AC luxury bus. I entered the Bus and found that my seat was in the last row and the journey was troublesome. But as said all good and bad things come to an end. But this journey came to an unexpected end. Bus broke in the mid-way just after crossing Vapi. And all the passengers came down howling and shouting. There were few who were composed.And I was feeling horribly frustrated. I lit my cigarette and called up. When I was two, she would begin looking after me when mom and dad were away and as a result, I formed a tighter relationship with her than I did my other older siblings who were much too much into their own teenage crap to pay any attention to me.When I hit grade school, I remember coming home where Rachel would always be there waiting for me. She was much more of a tomb boy than her sisters, my mom and her eldest sister Miranda who was a prim and proper stick in the mud. I loved spending time. It was beginning to feel like he had already cum in his pants even though he had not. He was no longer felt like a limp dicked, useless hubby. Hewould pull down his pants and fuck his wife's slippery pussy right this instant if he could. He was Limp No More.The room was getting more crowded as party goers from both rooms began to mingle disregarding the initial privacy of the wedding party. From where Roger was sitting, he could see that it was practically standing room only in the cigar lounge.