Nothing is moving. As I sit down I put a hand in my skirt's pocket. Except it has no pocket, just a hole. My hand is touching my bare pussy. My skirt ...is high on my thighs and he sees my hand there. He stands up, which surprises me. Is he leaving? No! Please not! Then he adjusts himself. His erection was pointing down a trouser leg and he shifts it more comfortably upward. I watch him position it to 12 o'clock. It seems enormous. He sits, I begin.The bus is idling so there's some noise to cover. I hear some soft moaning. As pleasurable as this is, I release his balls and start earnestly working his dick again. I lick everything again and decide to work it slowly down my throat but I don’t linger too long and soon his whole dick is down my throat and my nose is buried in his pubes and enjoying his manly musky scent again. I just hold his dick there, enjoying the fullness and his scent. I then begin to bob up and down, almost letting his cock free before plunging down the entire shaft. My mind started reeling and getting some idea, what she might had going in her mind. I told her that I was lucky; I never had the fissuring of my skin and thus I never had to buy the Vaseline. Frustrated, she asked; if I had a KY and I quickly answered that I was blessed with a tongue and the spit that had always worked and never bought any fancy named stuff. Now Daisy was really angry and irritated. “Fuck you man. Do you ever use a lubricant for any mother fucking reason? How about baby oil”!!. I did not answer for long she persuaded again and again when I told yes. She gave a naughty smile and she asked what situation I fantasize? I just kept quiet I was too afraid what am happening but at the same time I felt erection because of sari pallu was dropped. Then she held my hand and took me to her bedroom. There she asked me whether I want to see her breast. This time she did not wait for my answer, she removed her sari and unhooked her blouse and held me very close to her. She told it.