Even that partial view was more than enough to see that she was also enjoying this game tremendously. Her pink lips glistened in the shafts of warm su...light streaming through the windscreen. She was clearly wet with excitement. Although, of course, she might also have already peed herself a little.Now she looked away from me and concentrated her gaze on her own body, carefully spreading her pussy lips apart with her fingers, and placing the narrow mouth of the bottle right over her urethra. She. Except for today. Amy had to go back to work helping other library patrons. I did get in the last word. "Okay, Amy, I'll see you around three on the Zellerbach steps." Amy gave my cheek a kiss and was gone, "Wow did that just happen?" I didn't have a clue where Zellerbach was, but I sure was going to find out. Then I went back to reading Elizabeth Gurley Flynn's old letters to see if my grandmother, Ruth Howard, was the Ruth she was writing these steamy letters to in 1917...I wondered if Ida. Somehow we managed and reached the top step of the bus. But lots of people were still hanging and the bus started to move. People from steps were shouting to move the people inside as they are hanging outside. So, we had to move further inside slowly Sonia and myself reached 2/3 seats ahead.I was standing beside left side of Sonia. Crowd was still trying to push in. By that time I watched Sonia was looking at her back side of her suddenly and I too turned to see what she was seeing. I could saw. Oh, God...”“I always thought you tasted divine. We didn’t do enough pussy eating when we were married. I’m making up for it now. Did you think you tasted good?”“Errr, yes.”“One thing I’ve learned recently is that wet sex is good sex, and good sex is wet sex. The body fluids that are exchanged are harmless, and they usually taste great and smell fabulous.”“Have you tasted your own stuff?”“Yes, I’ve snowballed my own cum with Trish and Pam. They taught me that a few weeks ago.” I wanted to use.