I remember her on her knees. I remember her being a good girl. I remember that she needs to me to be in charge. She is a slut, and she needs a goddess...to take control.I arch my back and run my hands through my hair. I’ve never felt sexy before, but when I see June’s eyes go wide as she beholds her goddess, I cum. My whole body shivers, and the quivering in my thighs won’t stop even after I roll off of June and her fingers come out of me. Nothing can stop the rolls of pleasure crashing. But in no time, the bus came panting up the street. The doors opened and I stepped on immediately. The bus driver regarded me with a peculiar look in his eye, almost a wink. He was quite good looking. Sparkling blue eyes, a coarse, rugged goatee with flecks of dark gold and straight white teeth. I'd love to have his sweet mouth licking my lips- both sets! He was at least thirty, I guessed. I've always fancied older men. More experience, and wisdom. More mature. And more understanding, though. I was still hard and she said, “Ready for the final frontier? I’ve never done anal before.” “Neither have I. If you don’t want to, I understand; I don’t want to hurt you or make you feel obligated to do something you don’t want to.” “I’m a little scared, but I feel that you won’t hurt me, and I really want to.” She pulled off of my cock, and with her hand guided it to her asshole. She lowered herself, and I felt the head of my dick pop past the ring of muscle to the inside of her backdoor. She. Dr. Deckard grabbed my head and pushed my face deeper into her vulva, moving it up and down. I drank of her essence and became invigorated. Twirling my tongue into a straw, I suck up more of her juices. DR. Eve convulsed as if she had some kind of seizure and then flopped on the table, spent. I stepped back, concerned.“Are you okay, Doc?’Nothing, she just laid there. I moved closer, trying to see if she was dead. Dr. Eve Deckard slowly came back to life, rested on her elbows and looked at.