I hated this bus. It was old and run down, and made terrible squealing noises every time it braked. The bus driver wasn't much better, old and run dow..., and made terrible squealing noises every time a kid acted out. If things got slightly too loud for his taste, which was practically above a whisper, then he would come over the intercom system and yell at us to shut up.I walked down the aisle of the bus looking for Cam, my best friend. In the back I noticed his short cropped blonde hair. She pointed it up and kept pumping, pulling out more and more pre cum which was collecting and pooling at the tip. ‘Oooo good boy,’ she moaned looking up at me before lowering her mouth over the tip and sucking up all the pre cum and then pulling her mouth off of the tip making a popping sound. ‘Mmmmm,’ was all said as she licked her lips I was speechless and totally under her control. I would do whatever she wanted. ‘Fuck my mouth,” she purred. I slowly reached out and placed my hands on. There was a pace, to the routine, that had an undertone of anxiousness, without losing the core of it’s sensuality. It was hurried yet smooth.We dried each other off then waddled our way slowly back to her bedroom. In a very odd, slightly awkward, ballet. She had her feet on mine, with her back to my chest, and her arms stretched around the back of my head, her hands locked together. Leaving my hands to roam anywhere they pleased. We got to the doorway and she turned around, our cocks wrestled. She stood naturally at 5’8, and weighed about 135 lbs, as much as Caroline did when she was 5’4. Curious, Caroline let the hospital gown drop to the floor, exposing Allison’s nude body. Just like her face, her body was flawless, with nice hips and C-Cup breasts. Caroline felt she could get used to her new body. Her hands wandered across her new body, feeling her soft, smooth skin. She felt her tits, rock hard from being exposed to the cold hospital air. Her hand then ran down to the small strip.