”“Did she move in before or after the incident with Lisa Glass?”“After. She was living at her home at the time, and flew to Monaco with her pa...rents the next day.”“Have you ever been to Monaco?”“No.”“How did you become aware of Ms. Glass’ relationship with Noel Spurgeon?”“Samantha told me the night her dad was arrested.”“You were at the Spurgeon residence when that occurred, right?”“Yes. Samantha’s parents asked us to come to dinner to celebrate her eighteenth birthday.”“Were you aware, before. M. “Anne is not my wife, despite what we tell everyone. Her sister is my wife. It’s just easier for everyone to assume she is.”“Why?”“I’m traveling with and fucking an unmarried woman,” he groaned as Mama Mason’s cunt rippled around him. “That will raise a few eyebrows. No one here, other than we travellers, knows I’m married to Anne’s sister. Our village knows, of course. Here, though, it’s much easier to keep up the pretence.”She nodded, “Makes sense.”His thrusting increased. Mrs. Mason began. "Mmm, let me see that cock of yours," she said and started to undo my trousers. I helped remove them, along with my boxers, and kicked them off my feet. As I did that, my cock bounced around like a child on a trampoline."Mmm, it's so big," she said, immediately grasping the shaft and wrapping her fingers tight around me."What if Candice returns?" I asked."Don't worry, she won't be home for hours yet."Without another word, she lowered her head and took my engorged head straight into her. I brushed past all the folks standing to the back of the bus. That's when I saw her. The most beautiful East Indian woman at the back of the bus. I stood behind her. The bus driver announced, "This is it folks. No more stops, next stop is Manhattan." As the bus jerked forward, the woman fell on my chest. I held her gently while touching her butt. She was about 42 years, 5'3", slim, fair, medium hair. She was wearing a light brown dress with polka dots and tall brown boots. "Sorry," she.