I grabbed the sodas, and went back to the living room. When I stepped in, Malia looked at me, then my covered cock. Her eyes got really big, her mouth...gaped open as she gasped. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, she said softly. She just stared at my covered cock as I walked into the room. Is this sexy enough for you I asked her. She couldn't speak, so she just nodded. Then she bit her lower lip as I got as close to her as I could. She reached up and almost started to touch my cock but she. The bus starting moving after half an hour the lights were off and we took blankets covered ourselves. She asked me what you will do at home I said…Then I asked her she said routine works. And slowly we entered into chit chatting, she asked me having any gf I said no then I asked her any bf she said I asked for reason she said simply. She asked give me your phone and starting playing games in it and she asked me having any latest videos, I said yes but this girl don’t know what’s actually in. She joked saying no wonder; you are such a sex god. She confided in me that she was always longing to do it to me & dreaming of me eating her up. I was a bit shocked to hear that now the second time while having sex, this time she mentioned to me that one of her closest friend (my ex-flame) told her about me and that how good I was in bed and the strokes which I deliver on bed without break. She then held my tool and took it in her mouth to the fullest (may be up to her throat) and started. "Get your hand off me, you damned dirty SLUT!" I shouted at her, paraphrasing one of the greatest movie lines of all time. That was for you, Mr. Heston, God Rest Your Soul.She removed her hand from my arm like it had been burned. Tears were streaming down her face as she sobbed apology after apology at me. "It was just a joke, baby. Nothing happened!" became her mantra.I noted that Roger was unconscious now, so I dropped him like the sack of shit he was. He was still breathing, so I knew I.