Have you ever looked at one of those collections of Erotica in the local Barnes & Noble? No, not the collected letters to Penthouse magazine, that’s...porn. I’m talking about the ones with diaphanously covered nude women on the covers, which have noteworthy editors proud to be associated with such fine volumes, and are full of supposedly artistic, serious, award-winning authors you’ve never heard of. The stories in those things deal with people’s feelings about flowers or sunshine while they. But it wasn't. That car lurched and bucked and ground all the way back home with Pops sitting in the driver's seat screaming at me. I killed the car turning in the driveway, jumped out and took off running and screaming at the top of my lungs. I probably didn't run as far as you did, but I ended up under an apple tree out in Barone's orchard." How'd you learn to drive a stick?" I asked. It was kind of funny to hear Dad tell the story. He suddenly looked embarrassed."You probably don't remember. Nancy did not see anyone else around and then saw the gray hair. The bus driver was taking his turned. Nancy could feel his cock inside her abused cunt twitching and growing. The bus driver groaned and thrust hard twice empting his balls of their seed deep into Nancy's cunt.As the bus driver pulled his limp dick from Nancy's cunt, she started to sob. Her ass was on fire having been fucked by all the men. There were bite marks on Nancy's breasts and one of her nipples was bleeding. The bus. He knows how much I love it. I couldn't help but squirm. His kissed traveled upwards again, toward my mouth again where his tongue was tangled in mine. He began to pump harder and harder into me and I knew it wouldn't be long before I would come. I told him so and he just carried on, as he couldn't got any harder. I was lost in him and he was lost in me and that was all that mattered for now. It reminded me of a song I heard once… And all I can taste is this moment, And All I can breathe is.