There was a moment, a mere millisecond when her eyes refocused, and from above the man she was sucking, she looked directly at me. I’ll stop if you ...ant me to. She said, I’d hate you a little for it, but I’d do it. You do what you want. I don’t care. And even as I thought it, I cringed. If Prestira could smile, she would’ve been grinning from ear to ear. Dinner tomorrow? She asked. Prestira… I can make the reservations; I know the perfect place. We are not doing this. Ever. I said with such. He lathered the head a bit and looked at me for approval. I sat up and turned over on to all fours putting my ass into the air. He understood this as approval and sat up on his knees. He reached down and pulled my ass cheeks apart and then ran his cock between them. Without guidance he tried to push the tip against my asshole and it quickly slipped upward. He then let go of one of my ass cheeks and held his cock firmly in place and then tried again. He pushed to no avail, his cock now. Not that you’re not attractive of course. I... I love you in every role. I don’t mean that I love you; I’m not a creepy stalker...” I was very bad at this so I redirected my frustration on Angeline whose breasts I felt caressing my back. “What have you done? That’s Sydney Sweet!”“You got throbbing hard when you saw her on TV yesterday,” she said in between goosebump-inducing kisses on my neck. “I should know because I had had your cock in my ass at the time. We talked about it and decided you. But as usual, no one sat next to me unless they absolutely had to. Some of them were about to take the seat but then they'd notice me as I'd glance up at them and they'd give this weird little twitch of surprise and go find somewhere else to sit instead or they'd simply stand in the aisle until the bus reached its destination. It was like I had the plague or something. If anyone did sit beside me it was usually little old ladies going shopping for the day. Some even tried talking to me and we'd.