The brakes worked okay when we left. Scoutmaster Ted said that with a bus that old, you have to expect something to break down; that's probably why he...can't get insurance.We think it's a super bus. He doesn't care if we get it dirty, and if it's hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the bumpers. It gets pretty hot with 45 people in a bus made for 24. He let us take turns riding in the trailer until the policeman stopped and talked to us..Scoutmaster Ted is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is a good. You can come by and talk about Rawlings then if you've a mind to, Mr. Reading," Sheriff Smalley suggested and left the saloon.Josiah watched him go and turned back to the bar. "I heard you snort when the Sheriff was explaining what happened. Why was that Mr..." Name's Jim Couch Mr. Reading; I own the Leona." He pulled on the draft handle, drew a beer, and set it on the bar in front of Josiah. "Reason I snorted is that it didn't exactly go like the Sheriff said." What's the truth of the matter. I was a mechanical engineering major with an emphasis in industrial process. We met at a job fair towards the end of our senior year. Whittenstone Industries was looking for employees in their injectable plastics division. Peggy was applying for a position as a chemist, and I was applying for one of the production equipment design jobs. We had finished filling out our applications and we both reached for the stapler at the same time to attach our CVs. Our hands touched. We turned to look at. Although I had just come and my cock was harder and thicker then ever he kept ridding my cock with a passion. "Whoa hold it," I grabbed his ass "I just came." I know dude but it feels so awesome just keep going!" As per his request and with the clenching of his ass it was hard to go down completely and I continued with his request. I stroked his ass in rhythm with my cock and before I knew it he reared up and was throwing his back onto my sweaty hairy chest. "Come on dude FUCK ME!" he stepped.