And by the way, how long have you had that couch?It’s as lumpy as hell. Why don’t you stay up here with us. It’s a hugemattress, aft...r all.”“Oh no, I couldn’t,” she said. “The couch will be fine. It’s only forone night.”“No really,” I interjected. “You can stay here, there’s really plentyof room. Come on.”“Well….” she said. “Well….”“Aw come on,” June said.. I played with my cock, still holding the butt plug in my left hand.‘Put it in me again,’ Max pleaded.‘Are you sure?’ I asked, ‘Do you want me to fuck your bum with it?’‘Yes,’ she said simply.‘Yes what?’ I asked again, slipping into a dominant role, ‘Tell me what you want me to do.’‘Please put the vibrator into my bum and shag me with it,’ Max said quietly.‘Sorry?’ I said.‘Please put the vibrator into my bum and fuck me with it,’ Max demanded, wriggling underneath me with frustration.I. My wife stopped again to look at the woman, who was now sitting in the front seat, looking back at them both. She had one hand on her crotch through her pants and the other was on her tiny tit. My wife smiled again and knew the woman was enjoying this greatly so she went further, she lifted her skirt and straddled the guy. The woman said nothing, so my wife took his cock and put it in her soaked pussy. She began to ride him slowly at first as she started to speed up, he said to her, if you. ”Jessie Harper felt a nudge against her arm as Bjorn gently roused her from the nice warm sleep she had drifted off into as the big Greyhound bus had hummed its way along the streets, roads and highways of central Georgia, USA.Jessie rubbed her eyes and yawned then looked at Bjorn Erikson and said, “Oh, sorry, Bjorn. I didn’t know I was slumped against your shoulder. That must have been uncomfortable for you.”Bjorn gave Jessie one of his lovely soft smiles that always sent Jessie’s heart into.