I crossed my legs to try and hide it, and she laughed. I felt like I was set up.“I ’m sure I would have noticed you if you were a regular” she s...aid, that smile ever present. She stretched then, her blouse folding in just the right places for her pink nipple to become visible. “Noticed anything yourself?” she asked.I said yes, I had, and thought it was a little chilly for such a thin shirt, shifting to allow my erection to elongate and not be crushed in my pants legs. It bulged for the eight. Just as I was getting ready to apologize and go to sleep, we hear moaning from the room next door. Followed by the obvious sounds of someone having some pretty intense sex. Well, this wakes me right back up! She laughs softly and comments how the woman seems to be enjoying whatever is going on. I am rock hard as I push against her from behind, sliding into a pussy that is even wetter than before. My wife is as much a voyeur as I am, just hides it better. The couple from next door gets. I turned to see Mistres Gabriela, but she only looked concentrated in what the fat woman did to me and my reactions, without letting me know what was going through her mind. The fat woman stretched out on my horizontal body again. The fat woman looked at me, she turned to see Gabriela who made the sign for her to continue. The fat woman looked at me again and I didn't take my eyes off her. She began to squirm like a boa clutching her victim's body. With the movement I felt her flesh heavier. Then the scene changed when a lady in her late 30’s stepped towards me and asked me for the window seat, that she was the person who put the bag there. She was a lady in a little bit dark in complexion and I’ve a curvy fig in saris. I let her to sit in her seat and put my laptop in my lap itself. The bus was a semi sleeper one and had hand rests in between two seats. Bus started in rt time and got relaxed after took the tickets. I rested my right hand on hand rest between us and my finger tips.