Whenever the bus made a sharp turn, she would put her hand on my thigh so she would not fall off of the seat. I don't think she did it on purposely. I...tried not to get a hard on, but my mind went wild. I started getting semi hard and it was noticeable. I looked over to see if she saw it, but she didn't. This, for some reason got me even more horny. My dick got larger and the bus was making a turn. She put her hand on my thigh and felt my hard on. She instantly took her hand back and giggled.. “Vincent!” The sharpness snapped me back out of the little fantasy.“Sorry, I was just thinking about what we talked about the other night.” Claire’s eyes went wide.“You mean with the other…” Claire leant forward, “cock?” Her voice was attractive and melodious. To my surprise, the next time I’d spoken to Claire on the phone she’d got me off without me needing to open my laptop. The woman had a surprisingly dirty mind and wasn’t afraid to share it: some of her fantasies were filthier than. I sat up onto my elbows and she unhooked my bra and pulled it from my body. She moved her lips down now and began to bite my nipple whilst pinching the other. The exquisite pain that it sent through my body made me shiver and I felt her smile against my skin. She moved again, licking and sucking my skin on her way down. She got to my thong and kissed me through the fabric. She hooked each of her fingers around the tiny panties and pulled them down. As the fabric slid over my toes and dropped to. He pointed to the hood, waved a finger, wordlessly directing them to remove it. Then he pointed at the ball gag she wore indicating he wanted its removal. He didn't want anything to inhibit any reaction either vocal or in facial expression, to her imminent experience.As the attendants stepped back he rose from the chair to have a closer look. Well built, she had probably been quite athletic in her past but now, being in her late thirties, maybe forties, she was softening deliciously. He handled.