The combination of the new cheerleader scent and the thought of inhaling pretty Miss Pringle’s aroma at the same time was all he needed to push him ...nto a most satisfying ejaculation of sperm with a newfound trembling tingle that convinced him he had finally met his soul-mate of sweet-smelling desire.He knew Miss Pringle’s given name was Patricia, but he considered that far too boring for his tongue and decided that he would call her “Trish” because it sounded so much more sensuous, all things. I told her I stay near, it’s on my way and we can go together as the bus is same.We reached the bus stop, it was very crowded in the evening, when our bus came I asked her to go first & I followed her, people were bunched on the entrance. In Pune, everyone enters from backside & come out from the front. So I was just behind her, I could see how uncomfortable she was & she was trying hard not to be touched by others including me. But as we entered inside I was able to feel the soft ass with my. "Get you a drink?" Cuppa tea might be nice," she said.I put the kettle on. We were silent as it boiled, Mozart playing quietly in the background."How're things, Will?"I looked at her quizzically."I'm sorry I didn't get you to explain. I just reacted." What could I say?" I asked, "I fucked her. Maybe she had some responsibility ... she did have some responsibility. But I could have been more careful of what I was drinking; I could have said no." Could you?" She looked at me very seriously. "Will. Mike was fucking 'The Thing', positively drooling with lust. I had never seen him this turned on before. Obviously, he just loved the sight of another man fucking his girlfriend. "Yes!" he gasped. "Fuck her!" The sensations of pleasure were overwhelming. I felt as if I couldn't take anymore. Weakly, I tried pushing Frank away. "Wait..." I whispered. "Please..." But Frank showed no mercy. "Shut up!" he hissed, holding me down and fucking me even harder. "I'm in charge here!" "Oh God!" I cried,.