We boarded the bus and took off. And here we go. People sleeping, looking out the window. I was expecting a party or something. There only a few peopl... here, everyone else is upstairs. I don’t know where they got a double-decker bus from. The only place you see this kind of bus is in England.But then again, I saw some in my life so they probably aren’t that rare.Chloe: What are you thinking about?Me: I was thinking about double-decker buses.Chloe: What about them?Me: Nothing, it seems strange. I gently squeezed, your left breast in my hand. I pinched, rolled your nipples between my fingers. A gentle moan escaped your lips, as I played with your sensitive nipples. I massaged and pushed your breasts together. Whilst, I softly kissed you on the neck.You removed your bathrobe off your shoulders and shrugged it off revealing your body to me. Laying backdown you parted your legs.I got between your legs, kissed up the inside of your thighs. I took, in the sweet smell of your pussy. Your. Compared them to Sachi. Jenny came to mind, her slender body splayed open for me. Her tiny breasts, her smallish hips, everything about her was petite, especially her pussy. A smooth little crevice in her underdeveloped puffy mound. So delicate and soft. I remember rubbing the tip of cock over her slit, coating it in precum, making it shiny in the artificial light of the locker room. When I eventually pressed the tip in, forcing the soft puffy mound to part, I actually doubted whether or not it. “Your little pussy is so pretty, Baby…. so hot and…. so…. smooth, you hardly have any hair on your little pussy yet…. and it’s such a wet one, too!” Sharon remarked with wonder.Sharon was looking at her daughter’s little pussy in ways that surprised her deeply, her crotch was a creamy white, in contrast with her golden tan body, her mound was nearly hairless and silky smooth. The slit was a deep pink, and so puffy, with her wetness seeping and dripping from between the folds, her ch(i)ld was in.