I circled around the shaft that would stretch and fill me, my fingers opening and closing to caress him. I felt his muscled body, stiffen his fingers ...between my heated lips becoming urgent. I sensed him close now. Consequently I no longer limited my caresses to fundamental back and forth motions, this was mine to play with and enjoy, in my hand it grew. I lightly ran a filed nail over the thick ivy vein going under his arched cock and followed it down on my journey to find his balls. Like his. We worked our way back about 20 feet with and couldn't go any further. The people were crammed in super tight. All the seats were taken along with the standing places. Mary was to my left somewhere and I had an old couple squashed in front of me.The bus was so crowded nobody could move. I couldn't even raise my arms. The noise was unbelievable with singing and a lot of wild behavior from different groups on the bus. I twisted around to see how Mary was doing. She was squashed back against. .g.. going?’I hooked my hands into the back of his pants. They were stretchy and pulled down easily. As they came down I spotted the object of my desire. It was floppy and wrinkly but I got my lips over the rounded head and sucked it up like a noodle. Tommy gasped and made every effort to rip his pants off. One shoe went flying and he pushed his pant leg down over his foot, then spread his legs to an amazing angle. I easily settled in between his legs and gave his cock my undivided attention.I. But there was a girl name Mariana, who is now around 25 year with a height of 5’ 4”, whose mother was Mozambican but father was some British (white South African), as her looks are not like African girls and her skin was fair like us, the North Indian. She was good in English too which is very rare in a Portugalese speaking country, which she learn while she was in South Africa with her father. She was a computer operator in our office. I was just attracted towards her, but never directly or.