It didn’t matter. I was tired and I knew I would soon fall asleep, snoring or not.I felt my eyelids getting heavy again. Before long, I was once aga...n asleep and leaning on Mr. Lane.The bus hit a bump in the road that woke me. I felt something warm on my leg just above my knee. I looked down and saw Mr. Lane’s hand on my leg. Slowly I looked towards him. He was asleep. At least, he had his eyes closed so I assumed he was asleep.He rustled a bit and his hand slid farther up my leg. He was now. The compact inferno threw flickers of light that danced upon her skin. Turning, she lit the spicy incenses of cinnamon and sandalwood on her makeshift altar. Brianna ignited and then dropped scraps of paper into the cauldron at her bared feet. The meshing colors of the flames burgeoned around the words of that which she vowed to change in her life. She stayed as close to the warmth as she could trying to ignore the chill accosting her back. Lost in her rituals under the light of the Full Moon. Smooth Jazz played on the radio and I could relax. Finally. After three years of bitching, one could only take so much. Yes I’ll admit I was at fault to some things. I mean I did look at others, but I didn’t touch. Unlike him. I had a wandering eye for a few women. They just always made me smile in a way he could never understand. It was more natural. More relaxing. I felt I could fall into their arms and sleep forever. I smiled at this thought and turned the music up louder. After 20 minutes. Soon, he commenced fist-fucking her cunt, and she started squealing her intense enthusiasm for that mode of penetration. Meanwhile, her aunt was taking Jerome's dick for everything she could, and he was giving it to her eagerly.He was soon slamming Jane's cunt with full force, and she was reeling from the sheer happiness it was giving her. Her brain felt like it would explode, as the dirty old man pounded her at an increasingly dynamic pace. Not spared this relentless rutting was her niece, who.