Circling the bus, I realized that the only way in for me was through the hole I had made going through the window the first time when I exited the bus... With the window now reduced to shards of glass, I climbed not into the team's victory bus, but my own personal hell.The driver was the first casualty I found. Checking to see if he was alive, I realized that he was dead, having been impaled by one of the spires from of the trophy the team had placed behind him. The rest of the trophy was nowhere. 6, with very full breasts on a slim figure, accentuated by long legs and very high heels. She also wore a lot of eye make-up and had almost white blonde hair, so all in all she was a spectacular figure and I was very attracted to her. We danced for a while and it didn't take me long to realise that she didn't want to waste any more time on the dancefloor and that she had more interesting activities in mind.We'd hardly got back to my flat before she dropped to her knees, unzipped me and began. Bill was now working on his pants and was grabbing at his crotch as the strippers do."Can't you find it?" joked Sharon."Oh for fucks sake woman, leave it out." He said in a mock cockney accent. "You wan' some or not?"Bang. Another crash of trays in the kitchen distracted us again. Sheryl was taking her time that's for sure.Bill had his trousers down around his ankles when Sharon said, "You can't give chase with them around your ankles. Get em off."Bill obliged and standing there in socks, shoes. A wild shudder raced through Ron's body as her fingers closed around his excited throbbing cock. It was driving him out of his mind to feel her soft stroking motion on his hard prick. Still cupping her asscheeks in his hands his thighs pressed against hers. Her pulling fingers rubbed and stroked his throbbing cock through his pants."Oh, Ron," she whispered, her voice raspy with lust as she began fumbling with his zipper. "I need your big cock!" The man was trembling with excitement as she.