He dragged himself down my body, feeling his heavy cock trail down my torso. The closer it got to my hole the more excited I became. It must of turned...him on to fuck my tits. Usually he rubs my clit with the head, or moves it up and down between my folds. Today he just stuck me. I felt like he shanked me and that all I could feel is the foreign object tearing through my body. I gasped at the sudden surge of sex. His pace was quick off the bat. Attention returned to my neck, mixing the two. Randolph? We can't get the doors open" she said. He looked out a window and saw Cindy and two boys trying to dig mud away from the doors that opened on the right side of the bus under where the seats were. Those doors were pressed firmly into the muddy bank and he could see immediately that they'd never get them open until the bus was out of the ditch. Even worse the tailpipe of the bus was under the mud, so they couldn't even run the bus for heat."SHIT!" he growled.Mandy, perky as usual, said. She could hear the creak of leather in the saddles, and even Dammit panting as she trotted along beside Bob and Ranger.When she spoke, her normal voice sounded like a shout to her own ears.“What are you going to show me today?” she called up to him.He looked over his shoulder. “Don’t know for sure. Maybe nothing.”“What does that mean?” she complained.“Don’t know if we’ll see anything,” he said, maddeningly. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”Brenda sank into a tiny pout. She didn’t understand. Susan had planned it with her best friend Darla and Darla's husband. He liked Darla well enough; she was funny and smart to go with her model's looks and shiny cap of blonde hair. Darla alongside his petite Susan with her curly hair made quite a picture. But her asshole, leech of a husband, Randy, was something else again.The son of a bitch was always making passes at Susan. He did it when Darwin was there and it didn't seem to matter if Darla was there. Darwin casually mentioned to Randy the.