. fuck mommy... hammer my lil' cunny while I ride you... mommy knows what you need... some tight, wet, mothercunt to pull all that sticky goo right ou... of you. Wouldn't you love that, baby? To blow your wad in mommy's pussy? Mmmmm... I know I would love to feel all your hot cream splash against the back of my sloppy snatch... to feel your boy juice fill mommy's pussy to the brim, spilling back out onto your tummy while I keep riding you, a big puddle of gooey seed that mommy can lap up later.. Tomorrow would be ‘Brown Day’ and she along with other pretty coeds of note would move into the apartments on the outskirts of Brown. The Emma Ale a local hearty drink selection put her in dreamland fantasy suitable for such a girl of magical trains, castles and dragons. As Hermione drifted farther into a world of wonderment her pseudo-conscious took shape in the form of a very spirited dream o pirates and intrigue.Hermione was unaware of the horror that awaited her just around the next. Most of these bus assistants were ugly as hell, but the one in my bus.. Well she wasn't the cutest girl ever, but her body was the best I seen! Small, round ass and the most firm 36B breasts. She always wore skinny jeans, which always made me hard on.After a few months she became used to her job, more friendly and chatty. She liked me a lot, so I always sat next to her in the bus. One cold day, her small nipples were hard, I couldn't keep my eyes off her tits and she noticed, whenever she saw. Exhausted we fell onto our bed holding each other and fell into a deep sleep.I awoke several hours later still holding my wife. We had been so tired and perhaps alcohol had played a part, that we were both dressed, the lights were on and the curtains open. I got out of bed and undressed, gazing at my wifes beautiful form. She was turning into the slut of my dreams. A grin spread over my face as I relived the night's events and a thought struck. I moved over to make sure the curtains were fully.