Which was now pushing my shorts out. Maybe I should tell you a little about Beth and her mom, Louise. Beth is really cute, sixteen, long, streaky blon... hair, blue eyes, five-three, nice figure with boobs that are B-cup and have pretty, pink nipples. Her mom was taller, several inches, just about my own height, also blond but with hair just past her shoulders, and a terrific figure. She was a MILF, for sure. Everything Beth had, she got from her mother. She was really pretty, not old at all,. I had to reach through the group to get it when I felt a woman lean close to my left ear."Pretty quick tongued. That was... entertaining." Her voice was pitched low and conspiratorial. I spoke out of the side of my mouth to her before I looked at her."Entertaining? That's nothing. You should see how entertaining I am with my nimble tongue when I'm not talking." I worked by drunken smile into a drunken leer and turned to see that I was talking to a most beautiful woman. I was temporarily stunned. I know that my face must have been flushed. Hopefully, no one noticed. The air in the bus was suddenly heating up. I was grateful that I at least had my sunglasses on that day. My ass naturally thrust itself closer to his face as I spread my legs slightly to give him better access. Each sway of the bus only made the massage more tantalizing. Soon, he pushed my panties aside and his thumb entered my channel while his fingers continued their slow massage of my clit. I let out a soft moan as I. But fuck, she was making his poetry sound like crap. She kept putting the emphasis on different words and taking a breath in all the wrong places.He realised she’d stopped reciting now and was kissing his neck, cheeks, forehead, and stroking her hands up and down his chest. Moving her pussy along his hard erection like a buttered bun sliding back and forth around an overly-ketchupped hotdog, she began to speak again, softly and dangerously. Frank Leigh felt himself almost losing both his dinner.