Mike found himself closing his eyes again."I still love you."With a sigh, he turned back towards the road.A woman was standing beside a strange car, l...oking at him.Mike straightened, making sure his knit hat was on somewhat presentably. The car was pulled up behind his on the narrow, somewhat plowed cemetery road. It was something sporty, not really what you'd want for winter. So, too, the woman did not seem built for this area. Even from here Mike caught the feel of Florida, of someone. He had never felt a tighter, wetter pussy in his life. ‘Yes Harley, that is so good. Fuck me Harley, give me all you got and still give me more. I’m your hot bitch if you want me as bad as I want you. Jam that prime choice in me so it comes out my throat. Fuck me Harley, take my body and do all you want to it.’ He began to pound even harder and the bed danced below them. There was no way anyone down stairs could fail to know what was going on, but he could care less. He was in fucking heaven. I gently stroke my outer lips at first, I love the way that feels, like being petted and admired which I learned from my lover. It only feel better when someone you care about touches and caresses you, and my mind begins to wonder.I begin to imagine it is my lover touching and caressing me. Stroking my lips and gently exploring and petting them, working slowly deeper yet avoiding touching my clit. My hips begin to move uncontrollably trying to force contact. Then it happens, the tip of my. My phone made a sound of a camera clicking a picture and she smiled broadly with a nod of her head indicating her pleasure at my action. My cock was throbbing in my trousers as I could not take my eyes off her panties.I noticed a slight movement in her legs and looked up, she had turned her head checking other passengers on the bus and then turned back to me and motioned with her finger for me to come set in the seat immediately across from her. I sat looking at her, frozen in my seat yet held.