And they were kneesocks, while I usuallyjust wore socks. They would look great with one of my skirts, I thought.The jogging suit was unremarkable at f...rst glance. When I had it on,however, it looked very similar to Mrs. Weber's. The material was a bitlike velvet and it had a shine to it. Not that noticeable, but certainlynot the normal jogging suit. I liked it. But what made Mom buy me thesethings? This was clearly girls' clothing.I'd soon get to the bottom of this, I thought, as I went back to. He then gripped me harder and pulled his cock out of my arse at once with a satisfying pop. My hole burned as he withdrew it. I longed for him to be back inside me so I grabbed his arse cheek and forced him back in as quick as I could. I couldnt help but moan as I did this. His cock was huge and was forcing my asshole apart. There was a musky smell developing round us formed from sweat and lust. That was when he started thrusting. Suddenly I was being pounded, my whole body shook. His balls. Looking around no one was paying attention to me, they were all busy talking or looking out the bus. I positioned my bag close to me and placed it length wise so no one could see anything but my head as I sunk down into my seat. Being horny, hot, and sweaty, I lost all sense of caring as I slid the straps of my sundress down and let my breasts fall out. My breasts were hot and had beads of sweat on them so I placed my drink of them. As soon as the cold dew from the bottle hit my exposed breasts. This particular morning Rose was wearing a black mini skirt white blouse, a Lacey black bra, a pair of Lacey black panties, and a pair of sheer black thigh high stockings. As we drove along Rose started to flirt and chat on the CB with a van drivers who rode alongside of us. She had her skirt hiked up and a few buttons undone on her blouse. I told her to ask the van driver if hed like to see a little more and he immediately said, YES. Rose then nervously undid a few more buttons on her blouse.