It begins to flow. She is a real fountain! At this very moment, touching delicately my clitoris, I come out immediately! Then I penetrate my intimacy ...nd massages my G spot. I ejaculate on her bed. She doesn’t care at all, it is always wet because of her sessions on masturbation happening every night! We count the points. 2-1 for me ! But she comes out very rapidly after me and it is 2-2! The match is very tense. We cry our pleasure at each orgasm. We are hot ! Our cunt are red we spread the. Looking at me she laughed and said, “both!”I loved the way her breasts jiggled when she laughed. No bra underneath. Just a hint of erect nipples.We both broke up over the silly quip and I asked, “What can I call you? “Well Jack, my name is Kate, but friends call me… Kate!” She cracked up over the old joke and I realized this wasn’ther second cocktail tonight. Kate had a nice buzz going. So did her jiggly boobs.I laughed a little bit and took a swig of my drink and savored it a moment while. Also, they don’t talk. Neither to me nor to each other – unless they communicate with some sort of telepathy, which isn’t a thing even among aliens as far as I know. So I just stand there, all dressed up and nowhere to go, trying to figure out the wisest course of action. Repeat my question? Slowly back away from the table? Stay right here like a deer in headlights and hope they are like the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park, unable to see me if I just stay still and don’t make a noise?Oh, but they’re. I had envisioned the bus being packed and full of undesirables. It was not.I got on and grabbed a seat near the back but not quite as the washroom stench would probably creep up on you if you were seated beside the shitter.I watched intently as the rest of the people got on the bus. I knew I could pick out any weirdoes or psychotic passengers. I saw none.The last two people to get on the bus were a younger couple probably about my age in their early twenties.A guy and girl. The guy was tall.