He makes me stop sucking and I stare at him as he gets control of his cock. He begins to jerk it. His friend says, "Dude she got in your head.” We l...ugh and then he says Open up. I smile and open. My tongue out waiting. He then beats it on my tongue as only a man would do to a slut.He then stops beating it on my face and gets down on the floor of the bus and tells me to get on reverse cowgirl. I do as I'm told. I slowly sit down on it. And quickly jump up as it feels so weird going in. I hit my. She had silvery-white hair pulled back in a tight bun, enough lines on her face to make a mapmaker proud, and a stained meerschaum pipe carved to resemble a man’s head with a flowing beard. To me, it looked like she was smoking from Santa’s head. She had a heavy quilt wrapped around her in the chair with a single hand sticking out to hold the pipe. “Room for one?” she asked when she saw me.“No, I need some information,” I said.“Can’t help ya,” she said, waving me out. “You’ll have to come back. ”“I will. I’ll e-mail them as soon as I get home.”Barbara was silent for a moment. She glanced at the front of my pants, which my erection was tenting up a bit. Then, as though she had made a decision, she said, “Mr. Smith; Frank, there might come a time when I would like some additional photography done. Would you be willing, schedule permitting, of course, to take some photos for me. Personal, private photos. I could pay you for your time.”“Barbara, I’m retired. I have plenty of time on my. She'd been a good mother, and she'd tried very, very hard to be a good wife as well! She suddenly recalled the last time she'd caught sight of her husbands penis---it was a small, mainly shriveled up thing, not much bigger than his thumb. It had just hung there, useless, limp, pathetic, and uninviting. But she'd just had a far, far different experience with a far, far bigger, and undeniably more masculine cock---and it had not been useless, nor limp, nor pathetic; and it had been absolutely.