.. As I pause, you rip my shirt off, you don't care it has buttons, we are both shirtless. Your amazing nipples are staring at me... I lower myself an... start sucking and squeezing your tits. You moan as I do this, pulling my head into your chest. I go back up as I hold your breasts in my hands, and kiss you hard, letting you know I'm going to drive this bus for a while and with that I start to unbutton your pants, I hate button up pants but one will endure. I now have your pants undone enough. “That’s my good girl. Run along, now.”As usual, Katrina kissed her mother on the cheek before leaving. She strolled through the village as men, young and old, leered at her. The lecherous, lewd gazes excited Katrina, especially Mr. Hawthorne’s knowing stare. The busty blond beauty smiled at the portly Mr. Hawthorne while recalling their carnal acts together in her family’s barn, where she bounced on Mr. Hawthorne’s meaty cock until her cunt was overflowing, overloaded with sperm.Eventually,. I enjoyed the curious eyes unable pick between undressing me in their minds or just staring at my outfit. I found a seat in the back of the room furthest from the instructor. As I glanced over at my neighboring classmate, a glimpse of white panties peeks through pressed thighs and a black mini skirt caught my attention as did her cleavage from what I could tell to be C cup, a little bigger them my own, barely covered by a pink tube top. I caught myself staring and managed to take my seat before. She asked about Kelly and I said she was a brunette and on the shorter side. She was 18 and we met online. Aunt Lisa sighed and said, “Oh, 18? I bet you are cute together. I can remember when I was 18. Is she petite?Taken back by her forwardness I stammered, “No Auntie, she is about your size? I mean that…well…what I meant was…”Aunt Lisa smiled and asked, “You like bigger girls Bryan?I set my empty beer down on the counter and replied in great confidence, “Yes Auntie, I sure do.”Aunt Lisa.