" Hey, you called him Stud." Yeah. Stud. Because, Stud, we have..." ... a story..." ... to tell you."I managed a single response. "A story?"Vicki was ...he quickest this time. "Yeah, a story." Not just any story." Nope." Our story." Yeah." So shut up." And listen." This last was a giggling Heather, from the front of the car. I was mesmerised.It had been another exhausting day. Jake liked the work on the farm, and was pleased to have something to carry him over for a little longer, but the days. It was a popular travel company and I reached the travel office on time in an auto. I didn’t really check the ticket until that time, but there was a surprise for me by hubby and I realized it as soon as I entered the bus and searched for my seat. He had booked a seat for me next to the last row..!! Since it was a weekday, I knew that bus will not be full and was not sure why he booked the last seat..! Suddenly, it flashed in my mind the stories he used to tell about last seat fun. I got a. He got off of me and we both laid there for several minutes, then I decided it was time I took control of the situation as much as possible, so I climbed onto his body, grabbed his huge black cock and inserted it into my soaking wet pussy. I took it slow as I sat down on it, allowing inch after inch to enter me. After he was completely inside of me, I began to slowly bounce up and down as I had seen in some porn movies. As my speed increased, Jackson, grabbed me by the nipples and pulled me. I gave my condolences and started the journey home. Christine asked how i had been and i said fine. I looked over at her and noticed that her dress was up by her fat thighs. She smiled at me and asked how my big cock was? I started to get hard and said it was fine. She raised her dress up over her thighs and I could see some pussy hair. I don't have any panties on she said because i wanted to give the interviewer a good shot at my pussy! I miss that big cock of yours. Why don't we stop.