We never talked about it, but she never seemed angry about it, like she knew that it was a genuine mistake.After she moved, we always have kept in tou...h, met every few months, went to a mall, or eat somewhere, roamed around, etc. But I always thought of her like a friend, whom you could talk to for hours at stretch. Even after that incident I never especially felt anything for her. We were great friends, I never cared for more. I believe every girl of this generation has a point in life, where. I don't care anymore. We don't have a relationship, I wanted one, you didn't. It's over. I am no longer you private bun boy. So if you don't mind ….”, he cut me off“What do you mean it is over, you fucking whore, what do you mean it is over. How many times are we going to go through this game, you always come back to Daddy.” Then playfully he cooed, “Whose your Daddy, baby, whose my bitch”.It was a littler game we played, he would ask me “Whose your Daddy”, and I would reply “You're my. I wobbled and nearly fell as I felt a pair of hands steady me. You had one hand on my hip and one hand on my ass. Blushing, I thank you in a small voice as you apologize for touching my ass. More and more people got on the bus and we had to squeeze closer. Being squeezed tight against you made me horny, as I fantasized being caressed by your hands. I start to get wet and as experienced as you are, you recognize the smell of a wet pussy. Grinning to yourself, you put your hand on my thigh and. " she stuck her cock in my mouth and took her pumps off. She had a heart tattooed on her foot and french pedicured feet. "suck my toes" She demanded. She tried to stuff her whole foot in my mouth when she said "spit on it" I tried to take as much of her foot as i could when she smacked my face and demanded that i got naked. "you have a choice, If your cock is harder than mine you can fuck my ass. If it's hard but not as hard as mine i get to fuck yours. Now suck my cock." She started fucking my.