I noticed that his cock had grown even more. It was now nearly a foot long and the dark swollen tip was the size of a large plum.He started to rub her...ass again but now he had moved to the bottom of her cheeks and was occasionally rubbing against her tight pussy lips. When he first touched her pussy she pulled away from his hand and he gave her a few hard slaps in quick succession before continuing to play with her exposed pink lips. I noticed my wife was going wild, shaking her ass around and. I bit my bottom lip and breathed heavily for a moment. I didn't know what to do, but my hard-on never went away. Then I calmly lowered myself to my knees and looked over towards the stalls."I don't see any feet on the floor," I whispered, scanning all of the bottom ends of the doors. "This chick must have been screwing with me."A few seconds later, I rose back up and went to the sinks. I angled my head down and began washing my hands. As I did, I felt myself jiggling again, but just for a. That felt sweet. Then he got some lube and just played around the outside of my hole, gently stroking and pressing with a finger. Then gradually the pressing became a bit firmer, but never fast and never hard. Meanwhile he kept asking if I was okay. This was all rather neat. His little finger, at least I think it was, gradually inserted itself a little way in my bottom and then came out. More lube, then in again until I became totally used to the lovely slidy and filling sensation. Then he. He was sitting in the back of the bus where the bus driver couldn’t see in the rear view mirror so I took the seat in front of him, stretching out my legs across the bench seat and turning to face him for the nearly empty bus ride into the prairie. Our home was the last stop and we were the only ones the last few miles, so Gene had daringly pulled his big dick out and was stroking it as I watched the beads of pre-cum run down over his hand onto the front of his jeans. He was making me super.