I went to my jewelry case and put in different earrings and gently closed the lid. As I turned, I saw Paul watching me intently. “What’s the ma...ter?” I asked. Paul shrugged and replied, “I’ve just wondered what your room would look like, and am just looking around.” “Help yourself,” I laughed, “There isn’t much to see.” “Well, it’s just that it is so pretty and you have all these neat things sitting around,” he responded with a friendly smile. I gave him my sweetest smile. “Well, don’t. We took seats midway down the bus."I want the window," I said."Oh? Okay, that's fine."I slid over by the window. She plopped down next to me. I looked around for the bird.The bus hissed and groaned. Its door slammed shut, and, with a jerk, it began moving.The bird took off from the branch and began to fly along behind the bus."We're being watched," I said."Huh?" Chloe looked around at the other passengers and at their vacant faces."No, not them. By that bird."I pointed at the bird, who was by. With a solemn look in his eye he gently pushes me back onto the cushions, spreads my legs and lowers his head onto my pussy. I gasp as his fingers part my lips and his tongue darts over my folds, moistening and caressing each one in turn until my pussy begins to drip with sweet nectar. I lie back upon the cushions, some of these I notice are made of cloth of Tavissa. Indeed our mistress of the house, the Lady Itelyssia has spared no expense. Luxuriating now as this young Darrakhai finds my clit. Cindy had been teaching her how to play the whistle, and she was coming along pretty fast. She had the music in her blood, and with her memory, she never forgot either fingerings or a tune. She was actually more interested in the mandolin though. She liked how it sounded.Cindy and Fionna soon settled on another tune, this one called (of all things) "I Buried My Wife And Danced On Top Of Her". They continued to play, flowing from one tune to another and and an hour went by, during which Jane and.