"Looking back, it's obvious to me that she truly is mine, which means I truly did take her last night. Only problem is that if I was drunk enough to d... something that contrary to my sense of responsibility, I'd have been incapable of maintaining the erection necessary to bind her to me."The only thing I can think of is that she slipped something into my drink, one of the stiffeners the polys use to make sure they don't short-change any of their wives. If I was in a foul enough mood, I could. So, I sat up and put my hand on his crotch. Then, I started slowly wanking him off through his pants. He laid his head back on the seat and moaned softly. So, I unzipped his pants and pulled his dirty old man cock out. Then, I looked around to see if anyone could see. The few people on the bus seemed to be sleeping. It was late at night. No one was looking.So, I bent down and licked it, it was a dirty old cock and the smell was a bit foul but that what i love about a real dirty old man. Then, I. She needed his touch, like a druggie needed one last fix. She needed to feel his touch in all her most intimate places. His strong hands caressing her curves, his lips kissing trails down her naked body. It was a primal urge to be used by him like no human should be used. As she looked up his eyes met hers for the first time. In that instant she knew he needed her with a need that matched hers. She stood up from the chair she was in and walked towards him. She knew that she looked. A heavy backpack pulled the brunette's shoulders back causing an impossible pair of tits to thrust out high and proud.Budzinski followed the open-mouthed gaze and laughed, "This is Corporal Cynthia Miller who will be orchestrating my surprise later this evening. Miller, this is my guide, Teri Eveready."Miller extended her hand, "I'm sure she is, too." The two women laughed as they shook hands. Teri's face and chest again had a pink undertone.The group had made their way from the lounge to the.