‘Yes,’ she’d murmured in reply, ‘it is!’ When he hadn’t moved his hand, she’d looked up at him with those big brown eyes and said, ‘Le... me pass, please!’ ‘I’d like to think the spark we felt two weeks ago hasn’t died,’ he’d said, and turned his hand so he was holding her wrist. She looked down at his hand, then up at his face, and when he took her other wrist, she didn’t resist, but let him touch her mouth for the second time. He felt himself grow harder now as he recalled how he deepened the. I broke the seal and pulled out a card. Inside, there was a map and a short set of instructions leading to a location near the college campus. Those instructions weren't printed on the card, but handwritten. The way the stylized letters emblazoned the card, I didn't think just anyone could produce such quality work without some serious amount of practice, training, talent and a little help from a certain program. The end of the instructions read, "Bring all of your subjects. See you at seven.. Do you want me to fuck your hot ass!?". You moaned softly, "Mmmhmm, yes, let me feel it!", and squeezed your ass around my finger. Pulling your hair back, I kissed down your neck, then eased my finger out of your ass and heard you draw in your breath sharply with a pouty "Ooohh!", at the sudden loss. Sliding my hand back down over your sopping wet pussy, I interrupted your masturbation, and you responded by squeezing your pussy soaked hand around my cock. Then spreading your juices over my. It's a bad habit, I know, but it does the job. After months of being rejected by seemingly every single woman in the tri-county area, I needed something to kill my loneliness.I pulled the yellow cord below the window to signal the driver to pull over. As the bus came to a stop I pulled myself out of my seat, struggling to put one foot in front of the other. I stumbled down the steps and collapsed against the bus stop sign, my stomach churning. 'I must've had too much tonight' I thought to.