After a couple of minutes we were thrusting harder and sweating like pigs. He was breathing really hard, and starting to moan slightly under his breat.... After another minute he was moaning really loudly. Then suddenly he gave a massive jerk, I nearly lost my balance, but managed to keep my footing. I felt his fingernails dig deep into the flesh of my arse, then I actually felt his dick spasm against my stomach as he came. Then I felt the amazing warm wetness as he shot his load all over my. "Just fine," she answered. "Just doing a ... ohhh ... paranormal investigation."I picked up my pace, eager to spill my cum in her sweet cooch since the bus driver was getting suspicious. He'd be trying to interfere before too much longer. Well, I might as well have some fun, so I gave her fleshy tits a squeeze through her t-shirt. I bet they'd feel even better without her pesky shirt being in the way. So I slid my hands up under her shirt, and squeezed her melons. They felt great, soft and. The long, agonising, yet strangely enjoyable wait.After half an hour, a slightly tipsy man entered. He approached the urinals, unzipped his flies, and then said: "Hey, what's this? Is this candid camera or something?"Phyllis kept her lips sealed. The man shrugged and then pissed in a urinal next to hers. She could only listen longingly to the trickle.A further half hour later, another man turned up. He was obviously off his face, singing in a slurred and uneven voice. He staggered across to. Did she played the role ofadult in family to replace mother? I knew such situations before, theywere unhealthy and it took a lot of time during the therapy to fight thistoxic sense of responsibility."Yeah, sure," I said to myself. "You would rather want to have a wardrobefull of pink leggings and bright tops?" Well, maybe," I answered myself. "For me it's only a week and she wouldhave a normal childhood in place of this shitty family life."Jarema glanced at me with hope. Sure, why to stay home,.