’ Lexa sat down and crossed her legs. She felt like having a cigarette but she knew that the Chief would frown upon it. She stared at him with a loo...k of cool composure. She had never found him to be attractive, though she was more than sure he found her to be very desirable. Many times he had given her stolen looks and would smile every time she entered a room. The Chief was an older man, in his fifties, a bit chubby, bald and decidedly single. His name was Barry Hiller, but everyone simply. Two ladies came and stood next to me – one may be around 30 and the other 45+. Both of them were dark and bit plump. I think they are Anglo-Indians as both of them were wearing a dress looks like frock. The 25 lady was carrying a 1.5 or 2 year girl in her hands and child was so mischievous and the lady was really struggling a lot. The kid moved upswing and hit the top of the bus and the lady leaned towards me and her ample bosom brushed my face. Also, the child started crying of pain – moving. I bent my wrist a bit and got a better angle to finger fuck her. In and out. Sandra was breathing harder and gasping on each push. My thumb rubbed over and around her clit. She hollered, “Harder, faster!”I bent lower and thrust my fingers in and out of her at a furious pace. Her hips bucked and thrashed and with a mighty gasp, she came. I stroked in and out of her steadily. When she calmed down from her climax, she kissed me and said, “Thanks. I needed that!Disengaging ourselves, we walked to. Her chest heaved as she inhaled the air greedily. The blood was pounding in her head and she couldn't get enough air.The room inched into focus.She lay naked under a dark blue comforter. Her curly hair left a damp patch on the pillow as she sat up and faced the two boys staring at her, eyes wide.And they are boys, she thought. They can't be much older than me.The two were nearly the same height. The one to her left was skinny, but with a slight paunch. Messy, coal-black hair fell across his.