“Hey, could you bring me to the mall on your way to work? Daddy said he’d pick me up from there if you could drop me off.” I shrugged and unloc...ed the doors. As the bus Angie and Shayla normally rode home pulled out, I could see Angie in the window staring at Shayla with anger.We were a mile out when I heard Shayla unbuckle her seatbelt. “Hey, I thought of a way to thank you for the ride. I hope you don’t mind.” Without waiting for an answer, she had my fly open, and was pulling my rapidly. .. Ally glanced at her delicate gold link watch. Two days, three hours, and twenty six minutes, she calculated with a grin.Yep, Ally and Ben were going to travel Europe together for six blissful weeks before returning to the United States, where they'd pack up the contents of their modest apartment and head for graduate school. The pair had decided that the Columbia School of Journalism was the perfect choice for them because "newspapers were less fickle than book publishers" Ally routinely. ’ His dad gave him a wry smile. ‘Was she talented?’ Tyler laughed at the double entendre. ‘Yes, she was very beautiful, sexy and a marvelous dancer. Honestly, we had a nice chat. It’s the best I’ve felt in a while.’ He paused, weighing the possible consequences of his next words. ‘You know the strangest part? Her name was Faith.’ His father stared at him for several seconds with an expression of pain. He looked away, wiping his eye with the back of his hand. ‘Maybe you should talk to her. She got to me and stated her name then stood off to the side.One by one the girls tried to ‘one up’ the previous girl by showing me their ass or lowering their shorts to show me some pubic hair. The last three just walked off the bus carrying their T-shirts, shorts, and panties. Apparently no one had been wearing a bra. Two of the girls were a little shy and tried to cover their pussies with a hand but eventually moved it for me to photograph them.Last but certainly not least was Miss Amore..