I could tell he was smiling. I felt his hand rest upon my hip and didn’t think anything of it until his fingers started to fall towards my belly and...with every bounce of the bus I could tell he was using it to his advantage. Honestly, though, I felt quite comfortable and safe and that was all that mattered to me. I just started to doze off when the bus took a heavy dive down and then back up, practically bouncing us all out of our seats. My boy’s hand was now against my bare belly and his had. I was on the verge of my second orgasm as Brett finally entered my wet cunt. Brett grunted hard. He said, "Damn, Mrs. D. Your pussy is still so tight." I just smiled and took every inch of his cock. While Brett was getting started, Ethan was rock hard once again. Brett saw him out of the corner of his eye and motioned him over. "Come on, man. More than one hole to fill," Brett said. Ethan climbed on the bed and put his long cock next to my mouth. I looked up at him expectantly and began to. It said six. I walked over to the bar, and requested a glass of ice water. Even when musicians are allowed to drink at these functions, I always make it a point to drink only water, or tonic. I don’t want the guests or members of the wedding party to think that I am giving them less than their full value for my musical services. I figure there are reasons they call playing music a job, and staying sober is one of them. Besides, I always tip the waitstaff, even for a glass of water. They notice. I was sobbing as he pulled out from me, as I dropped to the ground and curled up like a used rubber! My fucker stood proud still as I shivered lost in the tall grass, my clothes and the towel nowhere. Where was I? What did one do when finished fucking? Just say “Thank you” and get dressed? I worried as my lover looked around and then suddenly ran off as I sat up sweating and itchy. I didn’t know but my back was covered in deep red scars from the rough ground and those old grass.