It was like a small double bed as you all know. The journey started and then she realized that she has not brought the blanket with her. I told her no... to worry as mine was enough to hold two persons.The bus started and so the AC. There was no control for AC in the seats so we slipped under the blanket for the entire time. We chit chatted for some minutes and then I suddenly felt her leg touching to mine. I thought it was due to the movement of the bus so I ignored. We were lying and talking to. I think I vote for today on that one. I still don’t see sex as a spectator sport.On the other hand, if it was the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of thing Hugo tried that first time when I thought he was raping me, it probably wouldn’t have been much of a spectacle anyway.I’m still reflecting, a little erotically, on how drastically Hugo’s changed in that regard so that it’s a moment before I realize the conversation has shifted direction.“ ... hunter-gatherers,” he’s saying. “My people weren’t. It was the best blowjob. I feel even pornstar’s don’t blow like her.She made me cum in 10 minutes. We both fell on the bed smiling as my dick started losing the erection. We were kissing, and I was playing with her body. After 5 to 10 minutes she started stroking and gave a blowjob and the tool was ready to drill her hole.We started in missionary it was a little difficult to enter. She was tight even after so much foreplay. I entered in a one go she didn’t expect that. She was in pain, I stayed. I still did not make the connection with the sleepovers though. One day, near the end of the school year, I cornered one of the guys and started asking what was going on. He avoided answering me until I grabbed his throat and started squeezing. Then he agreed to tell me only one thing:"Next time you have guys for a sleepover, don't drink the hot chocolate your mother gives you, but pretend to be tired, go to bed and pretend sleeping. After half an hour you'll find out what it's all.