A stillness settled, broken only by her moans and my laboured breathing. The whole world centred upon this darling girl – woman. ‘Will?’ ‘Yes....�� ‘I want you to remove your trousers.’ ‘Must I?’ ‘Yes,’ she giggled. ‘It’s the only way. Do you want me to help you?’ ‘No, I can do it.’ I stood, and with a struggle, finally controlled the tremble in my fingers and unbuttoned my flies. I turned my back on her and tugged the trousers down. ‘Will,’ she laughed, ‘I’m over here.’ With a supreme effort, I. If you haven’t ever seen one of these, it’s basically a cylindrical tube with a bulb on the end, like when they take your blood pressure, and once your cock is nicely sealed, by squeezing the bulb it draws your cock deeper inside, stretching it and making it swell. I laid on the bed and continued to gently pump, watching as my cock got fatter and fatter, as well as considerably longer. After about half an hour, my cock had completely filled the tube in length as well as breadth. I was pleased. I pulled him towards me. He asked me “You do not want to watch porn to get into the mood?” I could see him smiling. “Are you not in the mood?” I asked. He came close to me and whispered “You speak too much” and we started kissing our lips. It was juicy and he was really tasty. His perfume was also enhancing my horny level. I pulled him on top of me. I was running my hands through his back. I was hugging him tightly and we were still smooching. We made our tongues touch. I sucked his tongue and. The bench seats were hard, worn and ugly, exactly the way they’ve always been. There were only about a half dozen girls, two teachers - which were the ones I’d already met, sort of - and a bus driver, who was decidedly senior and disconnected to everything that was south of the steering wheel. There was an opaque, plastic divider that gave the driver some separation from the kids and the noise, but it wasn’t going to be nearly enough to make a difference. Judy took the shotgun seat by the front.