He agreed with a laugh, saying that the guy could "make a mint" doing that. I hadn't anything to read so I just people-watched as we continued on our...twenty-minute "non-stop" ride to the museum. It was amazing that there weren't more people on the bus, but that's noting to complain about, I thought. A few minutes passed, and we entered the lower level of streets that crossed downtown. There wouldn't be a view of any kind until we came up and out on the other side, so my eyes wandered to. My s(i)ster gasped, as she pointed at it, seeing small spurts of clear liquid jetting from the pointed nub."Ooooo… am I making you hot? Is it aching? Does it want to spurt?" Julia cooed teasingly into Bodi’s ear.Then she rapidly jacked his dog cock back and forth, then removed her hand as she backed herself away from Bodi. His dog cock was fully extended, seemingly 8 inches long and thick, dangling and twitching from arousal. Jets of clear semen continued to spurt from the pointy nub."Now…. ’ But then she moaned, tortured, for his words had made her ready and open for the acts he had so skillfully described; her nipples were ready for suckling, her pussy was ready to be penetrated and filled with sperm. ‘We can’t, ‘ she repeated.Fabian swept her into his arms, tilting Tessa’s chin back so he had access to her mouth, and opening it against his own, delving and suckling at her tongue, gentle yet passionate.‘Don’t you want to?’ He asked, his face creased with worry.‘Yes, ‘ Tessa. “So, who have you got in mind?” Applying male logic to the situation helped me to arrive at the entirely wrong conclusion that there might be an ulterior motive. Perhaps she fancied the milkman or the postman.“No one.” She answered. I thought I detected a lack of full information or evasiveness. I am naturally suspicious when confronted with an unfamiliar situation.“Well, male or female?” I had my preference of course, true to the masculine train of thought.“Either or both.” She continued.