"Is this what you want you fuck?" I whispered."Uh huh" he responded. "Then suck it you fucking slut" i said as I grabbed his head and shoved it onto m... cock. He took all of my six inches all the way down his throat like he was a professional. I tried to keep all of my moans and groans inside of me, or at least as low as possible as to not wake anyone. The bus driver was old and oblivious to anything going on. The coach continued to use his head to bob up and down on my cock, getting slobber all. That was the first time she had called him Jacques, so she wondered if it was too familiar. Under the circumstances, she thought not. Professor Carter said nothing as Sandy rode him. She was still wearing her blouse that was wide open showing her tits dangling and flopping in front of his appreciative eyes. His grunts told her of his coming satisfaction. With each stroke, the real Sandy was being released. She had become the 'MILF Slut' woman she imagined on Lush Stories. Tears of joy ran down. The sun-haired goddess led him through the archway, the firelight bright enough that he could now see normally.The archway was the opening to a tunnel identical to the one that had brought Aran in from outside. In this tunnel, however, the carvings were of slightly different shapes and pictures, and torches lined the walls, stationed every twenty feet or so and cradled in elaborate metal sconces. The passage opened into another chamber, much smaller than the first, but still sizeable, perhaps. How do I explain this to him? How do I explain you to him?"Me?" Yes you. You are the one that has transformed me from a helpless, frustrated bystander to an active, aggressive participant. You are the one that has finally made me feel like a woman instead of simply a receptacle for my husband's sperm." At this point, I think it would be best if you left me out of the conversation and just tell him about the accident. Tell him that you are trying to locate the car but that it got washed away in.