There was no time to think. All I had was a split second to react. The bus stayed upright as I swerved it hard to the right, narrowly avoiding the col...ision that would have ended the lie of whoever was driving and anyone in the vehicle with them.It took some distance to right the bus, pull over and safely park. To shorten the walk I backed up on the right shoulder until I was alongside the little car. By then the occupants were outside the car, looking terrified at what used to be a serviceable. The awkward position I was laying in put pressure on my already aching back and I was forced to sit up. It was dusk and I had a hard time placing where we were in relativity to the Yacht Club. I stood and walked to the wet bar, filling a flute with champagne and drinking it and a pain killer down in one gulp. I was desperate for the pain in my back to disappear and once the pill passed my tongue, my brain told my body that soon, very soon, all would be better. I scooped up my sundress and. " Tyler would've loved to run into awoman like Connie back in Miami. She was about the same age as him,after all. Connie's lesbianism wouldn't have allowed the two of them tobe anything more than friends, though, if Tyler had his old body and oldequipment at his disposal. In his current form, though... as VioletTaylor...Pierre and Phoebe set to work on their clients, and Tyler slipped into adaze as scissors and combs flashed around his head. His hands restedunderneath the protective smock, and. I couldn’t speak as I clung onto the bed and stared vacantly into the mirror watching Sean’s tight arse banging his glorious cock into my pussy as he mangled and grabbed my tits as they wobbled with the severity of his fucking. The contrast of our colours – his chocolate brown and my English white; really excited me. “Turn over for me,” Sean moaned as he pulled his cock out, “let’s do it doggy style now.” “Okay,” I wheezed, and crawled onto my hands and knees with my married arse sexily.