. his arm around me, his fingers brushing against my left nipple. I tipped my head back moaning a little. His right hand rubbing my thigh, moving hi...her towards my pussy. I could feel my pussy melting as he was playing with my body. Soon we were at the end of line my body was sizzling and as my boyfriend guided me to the door of the bus I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my ass. We were still far from my house, and it was 2am, exactly when the buses stopped running. We started to. Tonight I’ve got Audrey Hepburn and Courtney Love and Kate Middleton. His brows furrow when I hold them up. “You don’t have to pick one,” I say. “It’s just that some guys get weird about doing me when there’s nothing to look at.”“I’m not weird,” he says.“I could also draw a face on the bag,” I say, reaching for the Sharpie in my purse.“Okay fine,” he says. “I’ll pick a face. A real one.”I fan them out for him, the heads of the women I’ve kept forever in my mental toy chest. He picks the Duchess. And when my hand roamed down that small womanly belly of hers she quiveredand shuddered all over knowing damn good and well I was headed to that honey holeto get me some honey! As my hand slide through her pants and panty top I felt hertuft of pubic hair, Already wet as it could be as she moaned out; "OOOhhhhhI'vvvveeee nnneeevveerrr ffffeeelt liiikeeeee thiiisss"! I absolutely felt like I was about to deflower some tiny womanly virgin! And itseemed to capture my mind to drive me to make. No, he would not die in this place, he set his mind against that. He had a mission to do and a family to return to. He decided that all his thoughts from now on would form around these two things, and he'd cast out each shadow of a doubt like a drunkard from a barracks.He looked up to the alien looking sky, so familiar but so different at the same time. He could remember his days of ignorance and blissful youth riding in the countryside, galloping fast and hard as if the world's end was rushing.