30, headed for Neath. It was not a branny-spanker luxury model, but at least the heating worked – almost too well, as it quickly got stuffy. The vel...ur plush seats reeked of cigarette smoke, though of course that was quite normal in those days. Malcolm and I shared a seat half-way up the bus; a couple of our fellow students had instantly bagged the long back seat and were already horizontal with their parkas as pillows, trying to use the journey time to get a bit more kip.I chuckled at the. You can too. Just let me know if you find someone. I’ll be the one to do the approaching. There’s nothing wrong with homosexuality or bi-sexuality, but you know as well as I do that if you go around propositioning men, it’s going to get ugly. If I do it, saying I have this kink – which quite frankly, I believe I do – the guys will just say no thanks and think I’m a kinky chick.” “You’d do that for me?” he asked, smiling. “Isn’t it obvious that I enjoyed myself? I’ll do it for both of us.”. " With a wince, she watched as he lined up his big, cum-slicked cock and drove it back into her depths, spreading her sore folds of swollen flesh. Each thrust was a beautiful agony she now longed for more than anything. His momentum was urgent and purposeful; he needed to come. As Sarah looked up into his eyes, he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her hard. "You're my girl, right?" he grunted. "Yes." "You're my dirty girl," he stated, slamming his cock into her roughly with each word in. Lindsey stared at Jimmy as he stared at her. Then slowly he drew the back of a curled finger down across her front, and she felt electricity shoot through her. She heard Jimmy mutter how beautiful she was, but it didn't matter. What mattered was the finger caressing her felt more wonderful than anything should.A finger tip would roam over one breast, than the other, than a thumb would simultaneously rub both in a gentle circle. Her eyes were closed as she was deliriously happy. Then she felt a.