It is Kayla, the Color Guard captain. I make my way to the back of the bus, forcing a smile as I approach her. ‘Hey Sean!’ she says to me as she s...ands up, ‘Do you want to sit on the inside? I know it’s your favorite.’ ‘Thanks.’ I say softly as I slide into the seat and put my headphone in. I put on some relaxing music and lean against the window as the bus starts to move. About ten minutes into the ride home, I can feel Kayla coming closer to me. She sets a hand on my thigh and pulls the ear. Being used as a bound, choiceless urinal had always drove me crazy - suchintense level of humiliation is almost too much to bear. Riling impaledon His cock, feeling my stomach filling up, smelling His piss and notbeing able to resist in any way makes my horniness go to mind-paralyzingfrenzy, and I am on the verge of passing out from sensory overload, andintense humiliation, swallowing, gagging, crying, feeling my imprisonedcockette press uncomfortably against the tiny cage...The acrid stream. But she did not ask me to stop, and I had no plans to do so on my own. It was when I was cupping her left foot in my hand, working her arch with my thumb, and my other hand was rubbing up her thigh, just barely under her shorts that she snapped from her trance. "Wait. What are you doing," she stated more than asked. "Shhh...," I replied rubbing deeper into her muscles. "No, really. What is happening here?" There was a new tension in her body but still, she did not ask me to stop. With her legs. She pulled them between her lips, licked them and sucked. She could taste her mother’s saltiness. Her mother pulled her lips apart and lowered herself even more. Connie flicked her tongue against her slit. Not as experienced she hit her mother’s clit occasionally. Her mother was not one to be teased and soon they were in a different position, 69, mother on top. She lapped at her daughter’s pussy and teased her clit but she was more in the mood to be satisfied herself and only half heartedly.