When the whole rigid spear had disappeared under her curly mat, she shook her head, lifted her chin, sighed and began an up and down movement using th...e muscles of her thighs. I reached up and held her bouncing breasts, running her jutting nipples through my fingers.When she spasmed and tired, I raised my legs behind her and she leaned back, her hands on her own legs as I took over the pace, thrusting up steadily until I was cannonading into her, and she was bouncing repeatedly on my belly, head. As we were talking to each other th bus arrived ..as it was the stating destination all the passengers crowded neae the bus gate .As it was a AC Multi Axle bus we arranged our luggage in the luggage box and got into the bus.the bus started to move …now the sex journey also starts. As it was late night soon the lights were off in the bus ..only one bed lamp was on which was in the middle…soon after the bus was taking its speed i guess al went to sleep immediately and my dirty mind was thinking. Of course he’d have them bring the beer and Myrtle would have some snacks ready to serve. Them exciting commercials and that halftime entertainment was just frosting on the cake for Buddy.Myrtle liked them ballgames too but she had a whole different take. She didn’t mind waiting on the boys because she could put on a cute little, with emphasis on little, outfit and show off her nice titties and trim buns. That always attracted interest from the guys but not her husband who’d seen them for. 'Give her my love,' I type, which earns a reply of a single smilingemoji before Kurt logs off, again leaving me alone with my frustrations.I don't know what I'd hoped to accomplish by messaging Kurt. Anacknowledgement that I was an attractive woman? If I wanted that I canjust log into my Instagram account and read the comments on my latestphotos. Some acknowledgement that I wasn't a crappy girlfriend? The onlyreason I'd need that is if I wanted him back... Or wanted anotherboyfriend to take his.