Or a dildo wielded by lustful woman. Or their mothers. Boys offering their bottoms to their mothers. Mothers fucking their sons with an artificial pha...lus until the boys spurted. Nothing touching their pricks. Just a phallus thrusting in and out of their backsides until spunk erupts from their dicks.Marcie moaned and screamed as the orgasm crashed through her body. Wrenching, heaving, gasping. She clamped her legs around Gwen's head as the waves of pleasure swept her quivering form. Gwen tasted. "But you know, we could just strip to our underwear. I mean, my jockey shorts cover more of me than that silly spandex suit you bought for me. And you prance around in a thong at the beach in front of people you don't even know, now, don't you?" I asked."Well, that's different," she said, not totally convincingly. "I mean it's a bathing suit. That makes it different." Sounds perfectly logical to me," John said, grinning at her discomfort. "Woman logic, I mean." Now come on, guys." She could see. "Do you mind if I jump up on your lap?, this guy is squashing me here and he stinks" Claire raised herself up and onto my lap with a quiet thanks before I ever had a chance to respond anyway.Within ten minutes of the journey most of the people were either sleeping or making out. The lights were always turned off so that passing motorists didn't see the drinking or the behaviour that was going on in the bus. Claire had her head on my shoulder and her back to my chest. She seemed fast asleep. She. Do what you must but make it quick. I’ll walk you to it.” Antonio’s domineering presence beside her made her uneasy. Something was up but she didn’t know what. He had her a little nervous. At least she could wipe this blasted gel off her clit. But damn this corset. Its rough lace scratched her sensitive nipples. The opening in the crotch rubbed her tingling exposed clit. Walking was agony, was ecstasy. Guiding her towards the back with his hand on her back they walked in silence. When they past.