Waiting for me outside the Greyhound Station was a strongly built Asian guy, I assumed Japanese, in his 40’s but looked younger and fitter. He was c...ean-shaven with classic slicked back hair. His face was broad and his lips full though they dropped a bit at the sides suggesting arrogance. His most noticeable feature was his big, brown eyes which carefully scanned everyone and everything. There wasn’t much doubt in my mind he was Mr. Kiritoru, so I stepped up to him. “Are you Mr. Kiritoru”, I. ..I’m about 45 minutes away, so you can let DeeDee know...and Gillian, try to be subtle about it....despite Stephen’s tongue pleasuring you as you get your voyeuristic pleasures...[haha].”“Ok....I’ll try. Not promising anything though [haha] See you soon James.”Continuing my drive, which seems to be taking longer and longer...I want to be in the cabin so that we can begin our anticipated and much longed for pleasures...my mind drifts to the images Gillian would be watching right now, with. He pressed them to his nose.I was suddenly aware of my nipples. So hard that they hurt. I covered my tiny breasts with my palms. Why hadn't I worn something more than these silky pajama pants and tank top? My body shivered but it didn't matter, I stayed. My breath fogged the window pane. He was still at his desk, masturbating. I willed him to move but to no avail. A knock on his door startled him. I watched his butt when he jumped up from his chair, pulling his joggers up. He clicked off his. . uh, uuhh, oh God yes, Yes, YES, Baby do it! Do it to me! Fuck me! It's been so long, I need it, AAHH! YEAH! BABY FUCK MMEEE!” I don't have to explain that she came. She had a huge cum. I was awe struck, by her scrunched up sweet face, and the powerful aroma of woman-sex-odor, the way her body contracted, her legs closed and opened involuntarily, and how her hips thrust up as if to take in a man's big member as it plunged into her center. I wanted to be that male, that pounded into.