We boarded and started our trip.The bus was almost empty , it was the night trip and probably not the most famous one.After a couple of hours some pas...engers started snoaring and not a single word was heard , except me and her , talking silently and telling about different things , jobs , school , economics nowdays ...... even football!!!! reaching halfway we had a small pause to rest from the trip.Trying to be a gentleman I bought her a coffe.She accepted it and gave me a kiss to express her. The sky is dark and the clouds pregnant with anticipation of the next blizzard. It’s cold and I wrap myself deeper into the coat I am wearing, feeling the soft fur sweep across my cheeks. My boots are wet through but I can see the cabin up ahead. There it will be warm. As I open the door I feel the warmth of the fire wash across my frozen skin. I collapse into the chair and relieve myself of my wet clothes. Slowly peeling them off to dry myself out. As I sit there with the heat of the fire on. It was barely an inch long and soft. As I stare at Irene with here ‘I told you so face’ all I can say was “It’s how you use it”. “Of course” she added. For a moment as I have her phone I quickly scanned it for more photos of me. I saw photos of my wife sucking my tiny hard dick, me fucking her reverse cowgirl style ,and a few more photos of Cristina naked and masturbating. She must’ve sent these as part of our plot I thought to myself. As I browsed her gallery I saw nude photos of Irene posing. A week or so after Mike shared this info about sex with me we would get really aroused and talked about when we would one day get some pussy. We also found Ben's stash of porn mags. A girl betweenour ages lived within bicycle riding distance and sometimes we would get her to ride bicycles with us and check out the bridges on the county road we lived on and other things that interested us.We brought the subject of pussy and fucking up to Rose and she already knew all about it as she had 2 much.