That’s it honey, fuck yourself for me. I want your cum”, his words drive me crazy just like he knew they would. I stand quickly, bring one leg up ...nd balance a stiletto on his shoulder. Gripping him by his hair I pull his mouth forward and force him to use his mouth on my pussy. Taking my clit between his lips he holds it there, flicking it with his tongue. I moan louder and fist my breasts, squeezing my nipples through the material of the dress, pulling and rolling them between my fingers.. I remember one night we had been playing, and she fisted me, I was so turned on, as anal cum’s ripped me into a wild sexually state, her fist deep inside set me on fire, then as she went to with draw her hand it stuck tight, my anus gripping her hand around the wrist tightly, she pulled as I tried to relax my anus, but to no avail. I was trying to distract myself talking about the non sexiest things I could come up with, but to no avail. Her hand was stuck tight, she told me the feeling in her. My imagination forces on me an image of him wanking his huge cock furiously, right here on the bus in front of me and an inordinate amount of spunk gushes all over me. A ripple like a soft orgasm startles me and I realize I have closed my eyes, I open them and my legs too, wide. As he moves his attention from my exposed breasts to my pussy, I see my stop approaching, manage do up a couple of buttons, grab my binder and leave him with his chronic erection.It's the weekend, I don't work again. When the clock hand began to move her eyes opened wide and she gasped. Although she was covered modestly I saw her hips begin to move under her dress; saw it ripple slightly as she moved. There were two padded handles just behind and below her hips. She involuntarily leaned back a bit and grabbed a handle in each hand. Her eyes were half closed, mouth slightly open.As the clock hand passed the thirty second mark she made a low moaning sound, "Ohhhhhhhh..." I knew that sound – I'd made it a few.