My wife wasted no time in sliding off mom’s pajama bottoms and panties, she then shifted herself beneath mom and lifted her face to her crotch.The f...el of my wife’s tongue took my mom’s breath away, she closed her eyes, held onto my prick like it was some kind of handle and began rolling her hips around. She was so concentrated on her groin that I had to free my prick from her grasp and slap her cheeks with it to remind her that she was to attend to me too. I tried to stand and fuck her face. They always look at me, because I’m the only person on the bus who is not old and pale. They’re wondering what my occupation is. I live within walking distance of the bus station, in a middle-class area of Ottawa. They’re always assessing people. I can see right through them. I typically wear a dark jacket with a nice dress shirt and black dress pants, complete with my black timberland boots. I don’t wear my security shirt on the bus or anyplace other than inside the building where I work, and. You have told me in the past that I had been reaching places no one else ever had and you loved it, as you love it now. Your eyes unfocussed by the sensations as I start the age old dance. That slow fucking motion, my balls hanging and banging against the cheeks of your butt as you hold me to you. Hands around the cheeks of my ass, pulling me into you, encouraging me to start speeding up. Our mutual grunts of pleasure like a wild animal in the rut. We look deep into each others eyes as we feel. For a young single guy I was impressed by his apartment. It was clean, neat and very nicely decorated and I felt very comfortable with him. I sat down on his sofa while he poured us a glass of wine and when he came back and sat down with me I turned and opened my legs so that he could see up my short mini skirt. We talked a little more while we sipped our wine and I ‘accidently’ let my legs open a little wider and let my skirt ride up some more too while we talked. I noticed Jason’s eyes.