.ther is something different...it was the last run..no passengers...dark street... the bus stopsthe driver walks until us.you stand up but i get your ...rms and tie them in few seconds...you scream but no one there...the driver is opening ypour skirt...zip down...Mmmit is on the bus floor...i get off panties and puth them in your mouth: shut upnice pussy.....shaved....i get off shirt...not very gentle and buttons run away...with a small knife cut bra...you are naked now...i get a old newspaper. R.T.D...For a long time I knew I was dead, and then I realized that this thing that I was - wasn't death!I knew I wasn't alive, but I also knew I wasn't dead...All this dying was killing me!How can one be dead, but not dead? That was a tough question to work through, especially in my dead state, which seemed quite dead, even though I was not quite totally dead. The conundrum returned. Each time I died, I wasn't dead. My deadness was quite live, but my alive-ness wasn't all that alive.So there I. During the entire episode, Willie had her eyes wide open and was looking straight into mine. I don’t think she blinked. When the song ended another faster one began, but Willie took my hand and led me back to our chairs.“Was that OK?” She asked.“It was wonderful, but why did you do that on the dance floor?” I asked.“Do you want to do it now instead?”“No! Everyone will see.”“Good, that means you won’t tell on me.”We danced the night away. At 11PM the dance ended and Willie and I said good bye to. John moved back close and put that dripping tip against my lips, pushing it very slowly into my mouth until half the head was between my lips, and as I feverishly tried to gobble more, he put his other hand against my forehead, restraining me from getting more - I whimpered, I moaned, I strained, and he slowly fed me half of his cock, stopping me there. Oh, it was enough for a while, my tongue against the bottom of his stiff cock, feeling the huge tube on the underside with my tongue,.