He appeared to have a stocky build, was about six foot…and he was naked, his cock swinging freely between his legs. All Jordan could do was stare; h...s cock was well-defined and cut, about six inches long and semi-thick. It was enough that it would stretch her as her man was not quite that large and he was a tight fit.When he got closer she could see a small tattoo on his shoulder in the shape of a fireman’s badge with the number 24 on it; her man’s company number. Jordan stared at him, blinking. Slowly my had slipped and fell on her lap. She wanted to lean back. So I helped her to pull the liver of the seat and intentionally given a soft massage over her beautiful – tight – boobs.She leaned back and I also adjusted the seat accordingly. Slowly my hand was near her thunder thighs and she did not respond. Slowly I moved it upwards with the rythm of the speed of bus and I reached the “Love hole” which was difficult to locate. I slowly started massaging the valley of love. She widened her. **** ‘Hey,’ he said, smiling at her, ‘I have standards, you know. It was only a first date last night. What kind of guy do you think I am?’ He went back to the coffee. The smell permeated the room. It was one of the most relaxing things he thought to do these days, make a strong coffee. The smell itself was enough to be comforting. The percolator had finished and he poured them both a cup. He added a splash of whiskey to each cup, making sure that his splash was a little bigger. Emma was. And just listened closely...“Ah… A-Ah…” “ yessss... mhmm..” I hear my mom mutter... “Michael...” weakly.. I hear her say “I want you to cum on my face” “I want to be your slut tonight!”What the actual FUCK! Is my mom really in there fucking someone? I felt a rush of blood into my chest... my heart started to beat faster. I felt... I don’t know how I felt... Angry? No! A rush came over me, as I heard my mom’s wet pussy getting rammed through...“Michael! Ah fuck!”As I listened my hand was.