Bradley's skin is a very light brown, and his hair is smooth like mine. Quinn and I had married, but it didn't last.The next morning, I looked at my b...by as I set his breakfast plate in front of him. It was Saturday, and as soon as Bradley left to do whatever it is 14-year-old boys do on Satur-days, I planned to work in my garden.He looked back at me with innocence. I shrugged and decided whatever had happened last night was probably long forgotten.Breakfast was shared in silence, and as soon. The driver and I were friendly, so if I fell asleep, he’d wake me when we got to my stop in West Orange. Leaning back in my seat, on a fairly dark bus, I might not be all that visible. The driver had brightened the lights in front so people might find seats.Thesis: Rise of the MiniskirtWhen the bus door opened, in walked Vivian, the captain of our baton twirlers -- we had cheerleaders, twirlers, pompom girls, a band, and a football team probably not as proficient as any of the groups of what. ."I must admit I was shocked and wondered what for?"For indecent exposure of all things......I mean you're thepervert!......." She stormed"Yes Mistress.......sorry Mistress" I whimperedI realised this was going to put an end to my worship but she seemed tohave other plans."I bet it was that bitch and her wimp of a husband...the one who looksdown her nose at you..." she sneeredThen a wicked grin curled her lips"I bet she wouldn't be so high and might if she knew her pathetichusband was my. Don't you dare... Stop!" Whatever it was it set her off. Each thrust brought her to new heights.The animal passion was too much for her. Her breathing ragged, her face set to a silent scream of ecstasy as her legs turned to jello. I has holding on to her, but her constant milking of my cock became too much. As I pumped as deep as I could, I pinched and pulled Amy's left nipple and clit. On my second deep thrust the thing kissing my dick gave way and her entire pussy clamped down in a grip of.