A few delicious minutes pass by. I shift in my seat, watch members of the geriatric community pick their way carefully down the aisle and out into the...strange, suspended, autumnal sunset on the street, their large, practical handbags held with purpose under fleshy, under-used arms. I flinch. The man at the back of the bus shows me a dimple and I imagine he might share my sense of humor. I pause to scratch an itch on my leg. My stockings dip under the weight of my nails and I'm careful to. I was almost speechless. All I could manage was a ratherunimaginative "Oh my God..." my voice slightly broken with emotion. Icould hardly believe what I was seeing. I had expected to see a boy in adress, but instead I saw a woman. Staring back at me from the reflectionin the mirror was a beautiful bride.I looked as amazing as I felt. My heart was beating faster, I hadbutterflies in my stomach and goose bumps all over. I couldn't stopsmiling. The dress was exquisite. I returned to the old clich?. I grabbed her thong and pulled it down and off. I took the thong, and rubbed her pussy with it to absorb some of those juices. I put it under my nose and took a good whiff of her intoxicating scent. I reached back under her and began to play with her pussy again. I spread her lips, and could see her juicy pink hole. Her swollen clit was poking out, but I was careful not to touch that yet, even though I would rub my fingers up to it, just not too close. I pulled my hand back and spread her ass. “This is why I'm going to fund-raise billions for the university,” I said, moving my hips.More people watched us, gathering on the sidewalk. I loved it. Phones came out. Cameras flashed as my clit-dick slid out of her crack and nuzzled at her jungle bush. When I found her hot pussy, I thrust my arm up into the air and rammed forward.“I'm fucking her with my futa-dick!” I howled as the limo pulled forward through the intersection.President Pope's pussy clamped down on my girl-dick. She groaned,.