I even had a constant reminder; my sore little asshole from being finger fucked. Like any teenage boy, I was all hormones, cock and cum, it was all I ...hought about, but now I had a release. I didn’t think it would ever be a man though, especially a full grown, big, hairy father of a friend.When my cell buzzed, I didn’t think much of it. I casually glanced at it and when I saw it was from an annoymous number with the title, “Open in private” my curiosity had me running to a private stall in the. I plant kisses on your hips, down to where your thighs meet. More kisses gets you to part them, revealing your labia, the most intimate part of your Awra. You are wet, very wet, glistening with your juices. I gently stroke you apart and your wet vulva opens, looking like an exotic orchid after the rain. I linger for a moment, taking in your dark lips and delicate pink interior, trying to burn it onto my memory. I draw back your clitoral hood and expose your wonderful, little button. I lick my. My co-passenger had yet not arrived (sleeper buses have got sleeping arrangements above the seats and got a curtain to cover the small compartment). Since it was summers, I slept there without covering my body.I was not able to sleep despite being laid for an hour !! The bus stopped somewhere and people boarded, I could see it from the window. Suddenly, my co-passenger too arrived. I decided not to take cognizance and just laid on my side towards the window pretending to be asleep. I could. .. that you and Lena are... having a relationship... er... a physical one. I'm sorry." Now Pammy went the colour of beetroot and looked down at the floor. I had to think quickly, there was no real excuse for the noise we had made. It was no surprise that the whispers had started. A half-idea popped in to my head and I blurted it out without thinking. "No need to apologise Pamela. I can see where some people might jump to that conclusion, but I'm rather disappointed that you'd think that of Lena.