When the bus eventually arrived she took her normal place on the first row of the raised seats near the back. As the bus reached the next stop Emily f...lt a sudden rush of excitement as the familiar man got on and sat on a side facing seat a couple of rows ahead of her. For the last 3 or 4 weeks she had regularly caught the young man staring at her before quickly turning away. She would often however spend much of the journey looking back at him, enjoying the lustful images that played in her. When this one came to an end it was a toss-up in my mind as to whether to go with these guys or the second one. So I needed to sit down with some reps and get more details. I got an appointment with a rep from company four at about five, so I quickly went over to company two to get an appointment with one of their reps. Unfortunately they were already booked up for the day according to the scheduling secretary, so I set one for Sunday at eleven in the morning. Turning to leave, I literally. In that hard, claiming bite, I wrung a last overwhelming orgasm out of her where she’d thought she had none left to give. I’ve heard that women’s orgasms are far more intense and expansive than men’s. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but if it is, I think that I felt something akin to what it was like that night. After so much time working both of us through that intense, exhausting gauntlet of sex and sharing and intimate, heating joining, when I finally came it felt like I was being. It used to kill me to hear that damn practicing every night from her bedroom. All the times she missed the correct keys and the screech that followed. She was twe**e when the all of the events took place. I had just turned fou** een. Patricia was only about 5”t 4” and had green eyes and light brown hair down to her shoulders. She was a little hefty but that was mostly baby fat. It was during the football season that I started paying a little more attention to the locker room talk. We didn’t.