"Cheers mate!" he said to the bus driver, who made no comment. He wondered if it was just because Spanish drivers didn't acknowledge you like they did...back in Newcastle or if he guessed why Paul should choose such an out-of-the-way place to disembark.As the bus drove off, a cloud of dust blowing in its wake, Paul fumbled in his rucksack for the Lonely Planet guide he'd brought with him. If this was the bus stop, then he still had quite a walk to get where he wanted to go.It had always been a. Twisting my head back now, he chuckled as he tapped the head of his cock on my chin.“MMMM, I think Ill have to reconsider about that cock ring, oh I mean lip ring of yours,(chuckle)but your going to have to do better”Before I could catch my breath and reply, he had his swollen cock back in my mouth.My own cock was soo hard it was becoming uncomfortable in my jeans, WHY??,My mind racing, my heart pounding , as he continued to fill my mouth till my jaw ached, he was beginning to groan now as he. Iwanted to puke.My mother breathed deeply as she regained her composure. I expected herto explode with a screaming fit, ground me for life, or rip the hoseoff my body and spank me till I cried, but instead she calmly steppedaround the end of the couch and took a seat next to me. She crossed herlegs as she leaned into the cushions, causing the hem of her skirt torise and expose her nylon-covered legs to mid-thigh."How long have you been wearing my hose?" A few years." You wear them whenever. No one evenblinked at my feminine illusion. "Here we are doll, have a seat for meand we'll get started." I took my seat and crossed my legs which I wasshowing plenty of in my short skirt. On the table was some ice and whatlooked like a little price gun they use at the store. "You sure waited along time for this sweetie. How old are you?" I'm 14 Mam." Well you look much more mature in that dress and nylons. You look soglamed up with those nails and heels as well." The woman pulled back myhair.